UNSEENWhen the wind and shadows smelled of dying
flowers
When the roar of fireworks
and the heat died down
Age old monsters swam the waters
And I Wrapped in night
As not to be seen by the street
Stood under my silhouette long and thin
The eyes behind me
A slice of glare
Touching the sea and the great lake
The world drenched in silence.
THE WORK
Day dips her eyelashes shelters for sorrow
Pressing her hand upon my shoulder
She unbuttons my skin
Outside
rain
Like kind syllables for the silent
and here inside,
The candles smoke conundrums
Shadow is sibilant
Muddy with rumour
My fingers
Cannot stay quiet
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