On the way home
by Ariel Brand
We were walking towards home in the rain. Passed the empty lawn chairs and jaw crushed cans lying dead before the open stage. It was cold and damp. We could feel
it on our tongues. Something cold and damp was pulling away at the sky, trying to smooth out the bumps and ripples. The stars in their place and the planets spinning. We saw a young girl where the readers stood. It hurt their words were more beautiful. We watched her dance. All flesh and body.
She was wearing a torn white shirt, wet and alive. It looked like her lover's. Thrown on for memory's sake. The moon bouncing light off her curves and contours. Water slapping her apricot skin raw. Only beaten for show. You could see the music in her chest swelling in then out, out then in. Her movements sung to regret, rising and falling like dying flames. She was desperation.
And we were simply passing by.
About Ariel Brand
by Ariel Brand
We were walking towards home in the rain. Passed the empty lawn chairs and jaw crushed cans lying dead before the open stage. It was cold and damp. We could feel
it on our tongues. Something cold and damp was pulling away at the sky, trying to smooth out the bumps and ripples. The stars in their place and the planets spinning. We saw a young girl where the readers stood. It hurt their words were more beautiful. We watched her dance. All flesh and body.
She was wearing a torn white shirt, wet and alive. It looked like her lover's. Thrown on for memory's sake. The moon bouncing light off her curves and contours. Water slapping her apricot skin raw. Only beaten for show. You could see the music in her chest swelling in then out, out then in. Her movements sung to regret, rising and falling like dying flames. She was desperation.
And we were simply passing by.
About Ariel Brand