SUMMER STORM FRAGMENT
A Delicate Constitution That’s what they said about her. Quite happy to walk down streets, frighteningly bright sun reflecting on the back of her neck and in eyes the pale blue of huskies and newborns, a song in her mind, slight humming on her lips, it seemed she had no cares.
She did have some demons; you’d never know. Filigree on closed eyelids brought terror rather than peace, and the scurrying of animals hit like a shot of tequila with no lemon to soften the swallow. It had always been that way, especially at night. Anything around the next corner in her worst imagination.
In truth she saw herself a daughter of the light. She never saw the moon’s abalone glow or the spark of fireflies in fields of wheat. Past twilight she saw labyrinths of endless walls reflecting shadows and the dark. An aria of fear for nameless reasons, all she saw was murkiness and shadow.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING Volume One December 2020 Celebrating 11th Anniversary
