Now and then I think of when we were together
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
I guess that I don’t need that though,
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know.
You want a fight? Well now you’ve got one. Gonna show you what a little girl is made of.. gun powder and lead.
a web of delicacies, intricately intertwined, the silk spuds connect and diverge-
from one another
& sputter, sparkle, glimmer.. & fade
like fireflies and burnt light bulbs that shone & popped
then ceased
to be,
but we went on, we kept on dancing without them.
And you can feel them, the sparks in the fibers of your being, in the particles carrying air, and water, and blood, from your head to your toes.
and you shake and shrug until they fall calmly into
the palms of your hands.
You see the web - and oh
how it glimmers
the hope;
you can touch.