(T)(I)(M)(E)(B)(O)(M)(B)

Visit to my mind.

Watch the fire burn out.he fire burn out.
Cease to exist.
Snuffed. Sinister and caring in the end.
Dwindling down in a firework spout.

Hear the beat of wings.
As beauty arises fluidly on the mountain top.
The one that gives you strength.
A wing inscribed in the feathers. Never. Stop.

Fly away butterfly. Fly away.
Go home and cycle back to your cocoon.
Catch my sniffles on your travel,
and trap my empty stare in the moon.

Don't look back, darling.
Continue on. Your next life is waiting.
Your honey colored light and bright smile,
will haunt me until forevers never ending morning.

Spread your wings sunshine.
Sigh in contempt and fall back into Summerland.
I see you off.
Though I long to close the blinds.

I see that your sick.
I see the parasites multiply in the cat scan...deadly.
Diagnosis: Death.
Life expectancy: Astounded, "She's still ticking."
...
T.I.M.E.B.O.M.B.

Run along now dear.
Memories and stories and pictures...to burn.
Set them ablaze in a drug filled haze...my stomach churns.
Learning someone else's knowledge. Just to help was your career.

A grave that sings your song....
A taste that makes you long...
For ghostly faces once lost in a time.
Run to the Meadow, babygirl, all hope is found.

As loud as my silent sound.

Author's Note

Written in the name of love for my dearest friend, Zoe. Farewell.

Reviews

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i Really like this. The Flow is fantastically pulled off and the over all surrealism is almost like,the surrealness that accompanies are tragic event.
the ''silent sound'' Seems to me the suppressed sound of mourning, and the over atmos of the work reflects this. Well done!