RAFT

(Otherwise known as Subdued Aria for a Luminescent Nobody)

 

Lilt the stars, furbacked, silken-peeled from the skies. Life is a most unusual premise: the imperishable pink of ache that fizzles from the rafters. Sing softly in the cadence of rain & chandeliers. Dream a raft of teeth to take you home when the loveless spiders explode. Everything will end as only you intend.  Save a rose-hipped self from exsanguination.

 

You are as allowed to fall apart as you are to put yourself back together again . . .