this pathway has been buried;
they’ve poured almost-dried cement
into this tunnel with broken pieces 
of my lantern. 
shattered china dolls perched
on the wall, their arms were once
perfect, a forty-five degree angle
now she implores you with painted eyes,
hollow shell broken. you lied.
this disarray of splintered porcelain, pair of
once flawless lips,bright red paint falling,
in flakes;
you didn’t catch me. 

and i connect these dots to form 
the outline of your face, but 
i cannot find a burst of wings or
your smile. 


cuileann said...

mmm. very striking images. and with these to end -- and i connect these dots to form
the outline of your face
-- it's quite effective.

Priya said...

This is amazing.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)