inquisitions and fears

Artwork: Talula Love Bottoms
Text: Maryanne Pappano

And I can't remember the last time
I saw nothing for something
out here
where the reasons are treason
and the loss
is a gain and vise versa...
never to know you again.
Finally
the color blue crosses my eyes
and it's like the
warm blue of death
like the smell of old roses
from prom
why do we save such dust
why do we cling to yesterdays nothings
in hopes for tomorrows
war stories and fables
leftovers
and
staples.
If I heard you scream I'd laugh aloud
feathers floating across
the path that I chose
as two swallows pluck at each others inquisitions and fears
till
a
single
droplet
of
blood
tickles my scalp
and my feet fall out from under me
as my black hole
belches my soul.