Dance in the shadow of moonlight
While your shoes crush the glass on the floor
And make sharp glitter on the linoleum
Grab onto hope and stick it in the oven
Then spread it on a roast for Thanksgiving
Let your brain turn into a pool of ink
And pour it all out into the sink
And dip your hands in it and paint the walls
Ruin the linens and the doors and the halls
Paint your neck and your eyes
And write love letters to boys
Who will read them and keep them in boxes under the bed
So they can sleep over hopes and dreams.
Stick a knife in a pillow and watch the feathers burst out
But do all this in silence
So they won’t find out.
Hey! I nominated you for the Liebster Award :)
Here’s the link :
https://emptyverseblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/29/i-got-nominated/
Lovely writing, I found you through NIHARIKA JAISWAL at Opinionated Head by the way ?
Great piece!
“I like to write like I’m slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.” – I’m 100% sure you doing exactly that. So many images running through my mind reading this. Awesome.
Thank you :)