Show me your bones

thin veils

I could pour myself out in paragraphs, uncovered creativity that breaths like a blossoming lotus at sunset.
Before you'd see my petals peeling back, and a tiny life inside opening it's brand new eyes.
Fresh breath.
You have to open your own first.

You feel the retrograde? Or just think it's the rising tides.
Mercury and her grip, head held high and she grins when you slip.
See her breathing in the cold air, sharp as knives, and snakes for hair.
By the time you see it, you've missed it.

Out of breath and a voice muffled by the waves, you never hear me calling.
Calling. Dial tone is dead.
This is where our connection led.
The water is deep, fluid, amniotic.
Reciprocate.

-Saree McClaran
Oct 25th 2013

Penny

Huddled under a tree, she fell back.

Her hair blending into the roots,

Reaching from the earth.

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Mossy softness.
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Her hands dug into the dirt, through scarce grass; under her nails.

The warm air escaping from her mouth in a little dancing cloud.

Blue, her tears pool in the corners of her eyes.

Soft, delicate, rolling like a child down a hill,

then jumping to it's death off her cheek.

Where did you go?

Sighing as though you can not be bothered by "another one."

Turned your back.

I blink then look down in hopes of your return, one day.

I mindlessly pluck petals off a flower.

White with just a hint of pink, scattering into the wind where they are carried.

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Like dreams.

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I cascade her in a soft blanketed cloak.

No questions asked.

Breathe in the scent of emotional pain.

It has a wafting vanilla musk with a touch of roses.

Always made my stomach turn.

-Saree McClaran
10-18-13