I’d be lying if I said
the thought of it all
didn’t snake its way around
a little bit
longer
than most days
when the view was so ordinary
she
was lying on linen
with words on her ribs
places
I wanted to scrawl
and fall into
were not mine.
There were bones
bits
stones to throw
pips to lick
and eyes like blue almonds
painted by some hand that felt the love real good
when she was made.
And I were another
distant
close
friendly old ghost
destined to be a friend
united by words
hurts
heart beats
and thoughts of yesterday.
This time around; that’s how it was.
© ari
Holly Ringland, about 1 month ago
this is perfect ari.
dirtman, about 1 month ago
There is so much to unpack here; it’s beautiful.
DollEyes, about 1 month ago
Amazing…...
mstrace, about 1 month ago
she was lying on linen
with words on her ribs
places
I wanted to scrawl
and fall into
were not mine.
luscious, visual stuff in the form of prose. My favorite kind! So much said in so short a piece…great stuff!
aglaia b, about 1 month ago
how do you do it?
you were born to write! ;-) xox
VelvetGirl, about 1 month ago
Ohhhh, I love this. You are so talented.
Aritheeagle, about 1 month ago
passionately honest!
~Ari
nancyames, 5 days ago
This is very, very good, with a lingering flavour.