napowrimo – Page 5 – Thistle Thoughts

Modus Operandi — #NaPoWriMo Throwback

Clues, alibis, and motives start to
infect everything

dawn rises
singing her canticles,
touches the killing fields

I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep

a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw

…voice the scraping metal
sound of teeth
on a fork,…

Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.

A cherita.

Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.

One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.

One can grow accustomed
to disappearing acts