Ransom Notes - Poem by Jordan Griffiths
With the love of the storm he burns without sound,
And each brush of the lips surges with
Like clouds heavy and dense,
Shadows fill and overflow,
Thinly streaming like trails of
Down flushed, invisibly scarred cheeks.
Crinkled pictures not fitting into
Rough like golden beach sand,
Where the line drawn is swept in by the
Wax and wane.
Throw the sun in a cage and
Burn for me.
Hide the key behind my reflection
Where I’m too afraid to retrieve.
The world’s gone
Black and white.
Hide with me in the gray,
Where flames harden our existence like
Brittle clay pots.
Walk with no sound
Taste the hunger.
Whisper to me
Anything but the truth,
Smooth like cream
Sharp like lime..
The words of ransom notes.
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