AvaClaire

We all hit the fan

Splattering against the walls

Like chicken pox

Surprise unfolded in

Our faces

As the fan blades

Split us apart

But I find this does not

Justify our confusion

Conversations 
a wall over
are well wrapped
candies
I wish to nestle
on my tongue
and describe to you
Conversations
the kind where
you cage your breath
in fragile lungs
til it bruises into 
a beast

I was buying a shirt
nothing terribly
life changing
or important
one design
two styles
men's and
women's
and it seemed 
quite normal that
the shirts would be different
proportions
yet nothing gave reason

Snow puddles
upon the grass
like grease stains 
on a brown paper bag
carelessness 
when it first fell
like small 
parachutes soldiers
from an enemy
unwanted
on the 
blushing grass

Magnolia risen
from mangled bark
pinks delighting
winter dark
yet you come too quick
And missed the flowers 
To only bloom
a couple hours
and in the brown 
Your petals hold
Against spring gusts

Split second

Where is the knife

That butchers the clock

Into small digestible pieces

A common breed who cries for more

Yet a relatable soul that screams for less

And holds the knife