Girl Indigo
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Girl Indigo
Shattered glass sparkles
through a broken window
refracting reflectionsinto back
lit hallways deep, deep inside,
flashing strophic light, then dark.
A figure, a shape moves
into and out of shadow a child,
a woman reverberates in silhouette.
Broken nail, broken heart
her hair, dyed jet black,
fades in heart beats and tears.
She is here, she is now screaming forever
Dimensionless and expanding
beyond the edge of visible light
she hovers in her own luminescence
untouchable, yet yearning an embrace
Beyond a grasp, colors fail
pastels wither and crimsons bleed
into neutral shades of gray
as she absorbs the sun
into her deepest indigo.
by James M. Thompson
scribbled Gatekeepers4@ 3:55 PM
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