pneumatic bounce


by the alphabet nectar
of her own skin, the thunder
-pulse of her imposter collarbone,
she begins to once again comprehend
the sound of rain. the space between stars.
the way scars both sting and sing. the untraceable
impossible of every thing. the frisky glitter of sunrise
painting its way sharp and silent into a stained glass sky.


wordbumps from my shawna. 



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3 Responses to pneumatic bounce

  1. 49lilykatz says:

    “Frisky glitter of sunrise” is just too cool, thanks for a fabulous phrase. Very nice!

  2. Shawna says:

    I flipping LOVE this!!!

  3. Josslyn Rae Turner says:

    This amazing! I love the beautiful wordplay. 🙂

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