Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm > Writing | WritersCafe.org

I am moved as I remember waiting for my skin to be touched in places where alone had marked complaints here and there upon my hours.

staggering backwards into two seconds ago............

Let my words seep into the soil of your spirit as flaming arrows.....

Embracing the beginning of wondering, while knowing of the fall............

Are they apparitions that dare lie to me now, come to lick my wounds with beckoning messages..........

Sometimes I see you talk to yourself, very quiet, very low..........

Can one learn to be absent from this transparent house of glass...........

Entwined within the pleasant taste of a foreign darkness.............

Breathe, when thunder questions how long you can hold your breath............

When circumstances question the proudest man's sight...............