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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3764 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Rebecca’s Garden Lia (E. V. Brooks) Under the trees where you rest violet shade merges with dapple of willow. Sun sits breathless on green almost asleep. You link your fingers and pretend he’s gone away across the lake into the woods- moving through the fern until the darkness of bark and shadow swallow him whole. You see yourself in the honeysuckle, clamber over the white-washed walls to stretch yourself over windows and doors, suffocate the house with blossom until it struggles no more. You give yourself to the garden, ignore white clenched knuckles that lay painful on grey bruises. You pretend the sun never sets, but hangs low bleeding across the sky and never feel the cold damp of twilight cling to your hair, or see the dragonflies leave the lake. You stare up at the open window, will the fire-yellow petals to reach in twisting green fingers through the darkness to smother him while he’s asleep. |
