It turns out that
hearts
break with hardly a sound,
just
the soft sigh of settling in for a cold,
cold night-
lonesome
large
a glacier slipping into the sea,
trading silence for silence.
cool breeze across sultry skin by 0hgravity, literature
Literature
cool breeze across sultry skin
orange morning
riverside
in the wind
reeds bend
like backs
yours arches
like a bridge
in my breath
and my two lips cross
your soft skin connection
to reach the end
the heartland
open and waiting for me
1)
Joe's become a functioning alcoholic,
which I'm okay with. As long as he drives
in a straight line, I don't refuse our meandering
journeys: around the cornfields surrounding Plano,
where the suburbanites raise chickens and flirt
with country music. I like Johnny Cash but
Joe blasts something drawling, with an acoustic
bass thumping to the time of a drunk tractor's
sparking cables, returning from the bar and
driving crookedly behind us. Joe passes me
the joint, then takes a long swig from his flask.
2)
He was a heavy guy before the cocaine,
but after I moved from the city, he went clean,
and there's something about the rounded
slope
bolts struck my eyes
from some god's thunder
wound up in my dry sockets
and cracked me into a desert prophet.
I came undone like a rattlesnake
would hiss at its incinerated tail -
god clapped as I fell into myself,
wailed for I to come back to (and)
that night I sizzled
from the roots of my hair
like a wild-eyed traveler
jolted out of startled air.
When the mare went blind
my heart clouded like her eyes
she walked calm along her dark path
she learned step up, step down
I led her by the forelock
her trust like the moon between my hands
"you fell first
and i followed,
tumbled like bricks
in the wake of your
admiration,"
is the story i told,
and you agreed,
not remembering
the night i've tried
to dissolve: when i
lay on your bed,
dampened sheets,
counted perfections,
cut my sleeve,
and realized
admiration
was my muriatic acid
when you hardly
knew my foundation:
i collapsed like bricks
already unstable.
He wakes up in Vietnam every night,
boot-clad feet trudging over mined ground,
trigger finger numb, back sore,
fatigue drenched from the monsoons,
and he prays to go home to her.
He finds himself next to her every morning,
dark bags under her eyes telling him
his twitching kept her awake again.
At breakfast she throws the dishes
and cries as the china shatters against the wall—
cries that she’s living in a combat zone
with a man who’s battling himself.
"Is there anything more destructive
than war?" she asks, and he looks at her
and says, “Love."
so i kinda fell off the planet for a little bit. i can only apologize for the abruptness.
everything is 100% fine--i just need to start over. i won't be closing this account because i'm actually really proud of some of the work that's here, but i'll be posting as LeahShae (https://www.deviantart.com/leahshae) from here on out. see you there?
i missed you guys. :heart: