Loud as lightning, I can go on howling

Whether it’s honey or bruit,

my voice.

I can flash neon pink across my cheeks

-figuring-

Walking like I skate,

My body knows no shame

Then why can’t my mind unwind?

Distraught-

My lips experience drought

There flows a sirocco of dead words,

And salty saliva floods,

A lick and a smack take the taste away.

An electricity colored shell remains,

minus the spark,

The biggest one with the biggest hole inside.

The matryoshka sits,

The world sees her

courtly

            beautiful

                            shallow

                                            hollow,

with the ghost of her thoughts sitting denied.