I saw your raven’s claw hit the mark too squarely.
The clip of the talon’s clasp.
Snatching telephone cable as I watch three lightning storms
consume the sound.
I do not buy nonchalance
anymore than I am willing to eat soft words when
my eyes go hard.
Uncanny does not always equal canny.
Ariadne now knows how to lucid dream.
A hand poised, around a throat from which
“take my breath away” is whispered with
an accompanying half grin.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
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2 thoughts on “Tight Lungs”
Gracias, nickreeves. I appreciate your time.
writencasey: really excellent work/play. nickreeves
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