Fucking Fear

I don't usually do rhyme, but here goes...

“I am perfectly broken, please let me come in.”
I reply, “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin.
I have been here before and know how this ends,
shatters and shards is what this portends.”

So you huff and you puff and you blow my walls down.

I tremble in ruins – huddled,yet looking around.

You stand before me, hands strong, arms stretched wide.

“I see you are scared and I know you have cried.
You have been here before; you know how this ends
I put a challenge to you as to what this portends.
Don't spoil it for me; I’ve not read the book yet.
I know you’re afraid, but I am no threat.
I am perfectly broken, please let me come in.”
Your eyes reflect warmth, a light from within.

I consider your aspect, your smile, your grace

and end my search with the smile on your face.

I step over ruins, leaving the void

and fall into your arms, my heart overjoyed.

~ Mk Michaels

White on White

The pool glistens like the snow-white sands of a beach never spoiled by footprints, while the lounge chairs lay to the side like ivory seals sunning themselves and the air is thick with milky coconuts like the breezes of Oahu

...and I, am like alabaster.

 

~ Mk Michaels

 

Shades of Charcoal

Mumbling nonsensical wisdoms
an old charcoal lady sits
at the Goodwill furniture auction like an abandoned chair
bleeding batting from its wounds
 
The cheap soot on her face chafes her words
Until they bray away the order in her musty costume

Dust wisp children at her tattered feet

rise and fall in time with her spinning yarn, until they whirl away….
…and are no more.

~ Mk Michaels