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Code Blue: Identity
“If you have been brutally broken, but still have the courage to be gentle to others, then you deserve a love deeper than the ocean itself.”
— Nikita Gill
the consistency of friday thirteenth
-her life's continuous repeat
rang chimes of church bells
celebrating celestial sabotage
in continually
circulating circumstances
drenched in wine, of fine vintage
throwing fifteen year old corks
in the air
singing praises
to her words
while they cut his heart
into wedges like a
birthday cake covered
in flowing colorful wax
when no one blew the candles out
he stares at the ceiling
each cork, falling to
open palms
feet resting
on desk top
calendars;
hair unbrushed
face unshaved
old clothes
a fountain pen
behind his ear
he tried studying
morse-code
once;
gave it up
in his choice
to speak phonetics
and crosswords
she, still hanging her head low
staring at her feet in search
of a silver lining around
black waves in storm clouds;
unsure as to where the dagger
that stabbed the essence
of her femininity
came from, or why it
lodged it's target's
bulls-eye
so deeply, penetrating
every part of her humanity
and young life
-making for a crisis
no man
would understand
well, except for
the historic, blood on her hands
(which wouldn't
feature in the back page of a
sunday newspaper
in a one horse town)
he untied the leather straps
binding the hardcover journal
reciting the calligraphy
of his own hand
out loud, for the world to hear
"Whilst up in the top floor
of that castle
don't eat of an apple
don't make yarn, on the spinning wheel
keep yourself safe
grow your hair
when it's let down
you can look up
-the silver lining you search for
is up in the sky
this is as truthful
as the inscription in the front cover
of this book"
gently lifting the book, she
sucked smoke from her hookah
while looking at the floor
sighing
blowing hazy clouds
exploring fingers
opening the cover
to the forward...
"you are The Mother Of Pearl
your blues are
a palette of wonders
to explore
with open palms
- arms reaching
to your constellations and
star-soaked heavens."
occasionally you get syrup
when you think you bought
honey
other times it's an Asprin
hearts know what they need
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