Waters Break

The scent passed in tinted ice,
her hair whipped back with the wind
her fingers spread to let the
shadows run through their webs.
She smiled and felt the blue air of
her home suffocate.  The original
mollified bones flowed all from that
walled womb, Home. she came to
fill that mold and into ice became.
She was canvas below,
cracked as her smile went wider
than mere ice could hold.
The pressure of mankind’s
lustfully tempered arachnid
breaths reddened her air,
as we fingered her delta
to pour a gassy glowing mold
of cheap colognes to both hide
and advertise our burning avarice.


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