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Messes
December 5, 2012
I’m just a spine.
The stem of a flower.
The bones that which hide me
Find that they’re fond of messes
Deeper now-
A rich wine color
The smell of paint which confines-
Tiny tinted lips,
Emptier within
Than before when I collapsed
A searching thought
Against walls of stiff fabric
Didn’t it agree?
It held fast its poison
Enriched with pulsating possibilities,
Left me to out to dry
I’m just a spine.
Contorted and wilted layers
Strips of flesh that smile
The easy prospect of messes.
© Emily B., Houston, TX
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