Alex pt 2

She

 

Is a pin drop tap of fingers on tingling ivory panels

 

A Microphone cord wound to spell power with jolting electricity melting her crystal eyes into your mind

 

Soft white lace with thumbtack lining but what you don’t see is  few of the tacks are flipped,

Drawing out raven lettered blood where they should be providing a floral pattern of chain mail guitar string armour

 

Leaving

strings of words like dead flowers on a window sill in daylight

Eclipse stained tears hidden behind blue light pages

 

Or maybe screens?

 

She is a mystery novel with torn pages

But pristine cardboard covers

You only see the stains if you read deeper

 

Deeper

             Deeper

                          Deeper

 

Into the pool of evergreen trails that I could drown in