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northern lights

  • Writer: Lalima
    Lalima
  • Jan 25
  • 1 min read

I was a putty,

Simply her marionette...

under her expert fingers

Kneading me like dough

Or more like mincing meat ,

my limbs felt not my own

I moved in and out of daze

the gauze plaster held my face

She willed for my adipose melting

With her mystic shaping hands

and I thawed into the table slowly

visions of your hands trailing,

your curls dancing ...

I hang onto images of tomorrow

While these tunes of Ghibli

Bounce off the sand under us

Waves crash at our feet

And you bring me to the space

In your rocket ship from future

We watch the aurora borealis solemnly.

You hold my hand, as my shoulder

Sips a tear fron your left eye...

The gauze plaster is hardened enough now

My eyes are peeled to this dullness

Tomorrow is hope...


Just a hope.

 
 
 

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