sadistic scars

shining as bright as half

broken starlights

A full fanning’s blow

crushing the

wings of a weeping

widows withered soul

converting flames of teardrops

into unattainable

rainbows

it’s a mystery

where the teardrops

go or where the

hurling sounds

of my cries echo

what has happened

to the most existing

present?

somewhere there’s

an inconsolable day

where the sun

makes memories

of reoccurring

yesterdays

Shadow, you are

the widening back

of a smile

sacrificed over

the burned remains

of a frozen fossil

daring are the

silent beats

and piercing

thuds of a half-bitten

androgynous minim…