Slipping to the floor the air grasps
gently for the flailing arms and
holding tight it sets her down, she’s
floating forward in slow motion
Picking up the pieces she finds
hidden under breathless moonlight
sliding forward making contact
kissing fate with wounded mouth
Feeling for her strength and armor
thinking of emancipation
List’ning for the hidden sounds in
cryptic codes inside her heart
The Wrecking Ball is inching closer
graceful in its pure destruction
perfect harmony in motion
rending essence stealing time
Shaking from anticipation
bracing on to old conclusions
comforting the comfortable is
not as easy as she thought
Lips are forming new creations
celestial figures dancing in the
rain swept clouds and grassy fields, she’s
given breath to lifeless stone
Holding tight to all conviction
empyreal strings pulling gently
closing eyes she’s making wishes
one more kiss and laying down
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