Billy’s mother sat in the lily valley
Her Apache Indian skin quiet
with her black brown eyes
Jet black hair wound in broad braid
And strands that escaped curtsied to
the sorrow that sat beside her.
Her Apache Indian skin quiet
with her black brown eyes
Jet black hair wound in broad braid
And strands that escaped curtsied to
the sorrow that sat beside her.
Aggravating her neck with her fingers
somewhat cultivating rather than soothing the itch
she felt the destructive emoticons smirk
Just under her throat skin, each one popping,
crackling and sugaring her flesh. Red ants crawling.
Viscous beads with smug cackling faces
justify her neck its misery. Matching
the sorrow that sat beside her.
somewhat cultivating rather than soothing the itch
she felt the destructive emoticons smirk
Just under her throat skin, each one popping,
crackling and sugaring her flesh. Red ants crawling.
Viscous beads with smug cackling faces
justify her neck its misery. Matching
the sorrow that sat beside her.
Billy’s mother watched the crows peck
at his skull. There were no crows that
she could chase away. They would soon
move to his soul and her only relief
would be scraping the fevered emoticons by
raking her neck. Buried deep in her skin and
harrowing the sorrow that sat beside her.
Billy plowed through a valley of lilies
that clung closest to death. And in each
fold of blossom he licked pollen that
scorched his tongue. One more flower. And
She, watching the cracked emoticons bubbling
under his skin, observed him whittle one more
tepal. Billy, induced in the fiery fiend
contorted his eyes and searched for his mother
in the Lily. That morning, sorrow sat beside
Billy.
Billy offered the Ornamental his hands for warmth
Wrapping herself around his middle finger
in the lily valley. Only a few lilies will survive
outside the valley, a marsh would drown a rosette.
Billy watched the red ants scurry up the green stem and
knew, but couldn’t refuse, that This lily would soon
meet Billy’s mother. The morbid emoticons kicked
their dust in Billy’s eyes and he cried as her irises
reflected his mothers presence in the lily valley.
Billy held the naked lily, like he promised and
watched her custody emerge beside his mother.
Where, comfortably, sorrow sat.
Wrapping herself around his middle finger
in the lily valley. Only a few lilies will survive
outside the valley, a marsh would drown a rosette.
Billy watched the red ants scurry up the green stem and
knew, but couldn’t refuse, that This lily would soon
meet Billy’s mother. The morbid emoticons kicked
their dust in Billy’s eyes and he cried as her irises
reflected his mothers presence in the lily valley.
Billy held the naked lily, like he promised and
watched her custody emerge beside his mother.
Where, comfortably, sorrow sat.
Deciduous, Billy’s mother secluded into the
lily valley resting dormant. Her roots would
never emerge from the soil of the valley. She
cut her own bloom and her death would bear
no sepal to the pain she planted in Billy. At
a tender age, she sat Billy in the sorrow beside
her. And whoever warms
to Billy.
lily valley resting dormant. Her roots would
never emerge from the soil of the valley. She
cut her own bloom and her death would bear
no sepal to the pain she planted in Billy. At
a tender age, she sat Billy in the sorrow beside
her. And whoever warms
to Billy.
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