Constellation's Cats Cradle
i could reach my fingers out into space
create a cats cradle of constellations some way
and spy jacob's ladder in clouds of grey
i could climb the ladder to heaven easy as a stairway
and meet with st peter, blinded by sunrays
have angels sing to rearrange destiny, night and day
i could stop sweet selene and her snow white steeds
borrow her beauty, bearing her crown of beams
stressed while on my brow silver sweat would bead
i could conspire with gargoyles, flapping granite gravel wings
create hypnotic spirals with the way the clouds spin
send subliminal sleep messages delivered by the wind
i could go to god, have him help til his head ached
take back all the nights i cried for you through to daybreak
confess to countless deities hoping they'd heal my heartbreak
And when I ask what your type is
the answer would still be
that whatever it is,
it definitely isn't me.
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The Fabled Flamingo
Short Story"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless." ― Nikki Rowe _________________ Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth...
