GROWTH

LIFE STARTS WITH THE COLOUR

YELLOW,

GREEN SHOOTS IN PLAYGROUND

GAMES,

RED RUNNING DOWN WHITE WATER

FALLS,

BLUE BECOMES TURQUOISE SALT WITHIN

SKIN,

GREY FADING WRINKLED ARMCHAIR

IMPRESSIONS,

BLACK.

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Sometimes,

Sometimes,

at night

I wonder

could I pour the coffee

back into the pot

and the blood

inside the wound

sealed

not healed

just

never torn

could I gather

the things that spilt

from tongue to air

and push it

back

babies screams

not silenced but

unborn

unknown

yet-to-be

and if the light from

the stars

had not yet reached

streched

into feelings

and could be separated

like sequins from a dress

could I make the rain

rain

backwards

evaporation on a mass scale

pulled back to the sky,

simply because

I tried?

 

[Photo credits: Public-Domain-Photos.com]

7:15am

7:15am

He grabbed my elbow and

His friend was laughing

I’ve got tears in my eyes

I stand up and shout

The audience now a circle around me

I’m not part of the show

The show still goes on

I screw my eyes up

As I push past the people

Some worried, some laughing

I open my eyes to the glare of the

Sun and sheets.

 

[Photo: by Gadion on http://www.pxleyes.com/photography-contest/21034/passing-time-2.html]

Bond(ing)

I want to tell you all that I am sorry.

 You are probably wondering why I brought you here today. (NOTE: bring a cat)

No, not that.

I want to explain myself.

 There is a new mission. Collect your gadgets on the way out.

I’m just

My brain is just

The words are not

 The mission is top secret, I will give you more details on location.

There’s been so much to do and it’s all bubbled up in my brain and

I just need to take a little break

Here are your fake ID’s. You will refer to me using the codename “Quiet” from now on.

From you, yes.

From me, ideally.

Good luck, team.