ZoeBee

It just felt off
Like freezing broth
Or clothes that just don't fit quite right
Flashes in the dead of night
Like wearing a corpse's underthings
A box of widows' wedding rings 
A whale that beached itself to die

I know you'll forget
but I have to tell you soon
that I love you
as the barren limbs of treetops
long to caress the moon.

We were Icarus
We flew right into the sun

I've seen the hands of time. Wisend gnarled old fingers, long and slender, in shades of murky grey. The hands grope around the edges of my nightmares, prod the clay of my subconscious, shatter the frames of my memory.

Perhaps
At the end of the rainbow
Gods lie 
Their slumbering breaths sending up puffs of cloud
Or 
Perhaps
Mortals lie
Their decrepit bodies 
Covered in small potatoes

What Truly Lies At The End Of The Rainbow
By Ima W. Physch