d a y f i v e :
[m i d] n i g h t
Bare footed there she goes,
Bare faced,
Barely clothed,
Wrapped around in silk sheets,
The silk fibres in her hair muffling the whispers of night,
Rose petals plucked from its core, falling into the bottomless pit.
Clouds running past the stars,
The world has gone static,
Her mind is passing through channels,
Mouths moving,
Her skin reflects the moonlight to the ground,
Instinctive,
Stepping through the darkness,
Distinctively,
Slowly it drips,
Pure venom trailing behind her,
Like the shadows that dance in the daylight,
All she wants is mercy,
But she’s distracted.
Honeysuckle,
The scent condenses on her tongue and ears,
The jagged edges of the ground stops her from moving,
Honey dew slides from her lips into her temple,
She looks ahead to emptiness,
Silky sheets conceal her inner thighs,
The harsh brittles across her skin as she lies on her back,
Half her body is off the edge,
Dangling,
Gravity has a grip on her shoulders,
Honeysuckle,
Her fingers slipping through the stress,
Inner thighs inner locked,
Bruises concealed by the rocks,
Recognises she is in a conundrum,
Notices the reflections of her thoughts comes from the cranium,
One more push and she’ll fall right off.
