Marcia Schechinger

Wind blows through the screen
as breakfast cools by her bed
I touch her shoulder
she's lifeless
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Clefts of clouds settle aimlessly
below my carriage
like dampened cotton balls
pasted to transparent glass
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Behind a metal lamppost
a golden sunset shines
Lost in seaweed curtains
streaked with blue tint skies
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I am liquid pouring
translucent waterfalls
threaded strands of silk
everflowing
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Another moon promised
as i dangled my foot
over his denim pants
letting my stiletto slip
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Just before starlight
sky and earth breathe together
blushing warm and sweet
Pink the skies explode
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Cool waves softly stretch
breathing in the wind
slightly covering
sand's warm body
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She heard music
throughout her life
knew it could be melancholy
or jubilant
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I've studied my life in slow motion
equipped with photos in frames
Read love letters so poignant
from fellows I can't even name
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He craves the night
bottled beer
broken radios
silence
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Swallowed in his pocket
I hid in his chest
letting the music play
Like the cooing of an ocean wave
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When breath is staggered
dry parched lips are tight
eyes swollen
I retreat
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An angel sat upon her cloud
of taupe and bluish white
wondering of an earthly sound
and how it felt to cry
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Particles of words
dry upon my parched lips
Your jarring crackles and cures
not the hunger
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