glitterbomb
incandescent, the past is filled
with rage-hard claws, red with silence
this air scorches. The mass lies
swirling and controlled in a palm
itching to throw, breath prickling
the palate, feet twisting
and scuffing the dry earth. The longing
of the arm; the spirit hesitant
to unleash this cruelty.
Incandescent. The eyes glow
(claming a halo of gold never earned
nor needed) with paitence, the ears
forward tilt as the invisible is tracked.
The revolution is near, the grenade
orders a smile before death.
Glossolia or a goddess; who's to decide
but the mind that hears the jabber?
The body sidles near, the swirl held
tight against the chest, leaking out
through the fingers, mixing with
the fog-stilled air. The hands with
the hard red nails reach out to offer;
the glowing eyes close, the mouth
relaxes into a smirk. and the world
incandescent.