Stand

Eye wouldn’t go in there

they say,

They say it’s creepy.

Red eye at dawn,

I stayed up and dreamed.

Summer nights and star jasmine,

the mown grass greeness of moonrise

and the purple grove after

This is battle andย betrothal.

I promised to stand and to be true,

then there was the sound of grey green thunder

and I was almost weeping,

but the screams of my aching nights

were the only things keeping me from clawing

my skull from beneath my skin

and painting my fate with slippery warmth.

~Melanie Thomason

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5 responses to “Stand

  1. I love the imagery – very impactful!

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