The sound of reality breaking,
Or the soul violently quaking,
Is remarkably like glass shattering
A bullet through the shields
We never meant to let down.
I saw the sign. I heard her small voice say, “we should turn back.”
Jermaine, I chastised, always too sure of yourself.
The sky sure is blue from here. Small clouds, formed into puffs of slight dog fur, float by casting their shadows among the scattered glass.
If I could speak … a thousand things I know I should say.
An impromptu apology to my momma, for what I don’t know.
Maybe all the years of grief … maybe all the years to come.
Beside me her eyes stare like glass, reflecting rolling hills and jagged cliffs.
Her lips are so blue.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Evoke
Rainbow shafts falling from above,
Reflecting through a prism,
Evoke memories of your love.
Your light shatters like a bullet through glass,
Splashing over the old wood floor
Of the aisle we tried to make it down.
I also can not get enough of this ….
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