out of the blue, out of my mind.
shattered stillness
lay in splinters
around my broken feet.
i cradle the ice that once piled up
around my sorry heart.
music explodes from
the pores in my chest;
lightening bolts cutting through
my chapped skin.
thunder strokes my insides
caressing my rusted ribs.
a warmth wraps around my soul:
unwanted yet familiar,
like an old friend
love
Friday
"One more please," I ask, cradling my glass with a hold not so gentle. The old man next to me stares in disgust, I can't blame him. I'm always in this intoxicating hole, hoping these drinks will be lightening me from all my repetitive worries about love. I need to at least choose a new place, if you aren't here for being shattered, the music they always play on that 70's jukebox sure will do it for you.
The Little Boy
Lightning shattered the stillness of the midnight sky. The thunder that followed came in small groups, reminding her of music. The little boy let out a small whimper from his cradle. This would be the first storm he had ever seen, and so far he didn't seem to care for it much. The woman chuckled a bit as she smiled at her little boy. She didn't know it was possible to love someone so much until after she had him. The lightning slowly died down, and the pouring rain subsided to a drizzle. The woman waited for a second, just listening. She could hear the little boys steady breathing. He was safe, and that's all that mattered to her.