Fragments of us

1 min

Fingers dipped, eyes locked on a brick wall, the tap is running tepid water that never reaches its coldness capacity.

The mind is traveling to territories too far to bother.

On a one-way highway to failed car rambles, sing-alongs and coffee moods.

I’m wearing my favorite skin; daughter of the riding Lord.

The drain’s litany is thrown into rivers, as the windows roll down.

Sun peaks on my nose as I squint to let freckles grow.

I look at you drowned in rays; can’t make out your wrinkles, just a floating grin on your lips to greet your whistling.

It’s warm in the space of no direction, it’s so green in this canvas of us.

My hand flirts with the wind, slow dancing until the gush.

As I draw it back, befuddled by the wetness, my eyes clash on burnt sienna.

Brick trumps the vastness of our moment, glimpsing at the sink rips out my skin.

I shut the tap, silence the drain, dry my fingers.

I’ll hitchhike back to you later, stealing a ride in time from the grim reaper.


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Tony Martello · ago
Powerful stuff! If you are interested in supporting my stories, feel free to check out: "Maize of Color" and "Green Springs" and vote if you like. I appreciate your support! Tony
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Tony Martello · ago
Sandrine, thank you for sharing this powerful moment. I am glad you are ok! I felt some of your journey and can only imagine what other depths are there. The sliver of light will continue to make your freckles grow gracefully in sun announcing light and beauty in the world of darkness! Viva. If interested, check out my story, "Maize of Color" in the short fiction category and vote if you like it. with light, Tony.