Trickle of Heart

The wind breathing an air of elegant might.

Takes of my head and attaches it to one chime.

I grasp the bottom edge and let it float.

Knock three hundred times and lift the color door.

I sat on the ground with stretch knees.

Watch them extend to reach immortality.

A white dancing feather rested on my lap.

I touch the pink tip and fell on it's trap.

I shove the feather into my heart, so the force of truth won't rip it apart.

I lay on the grass and put my hands to the side.

Ask the white gown man that passed by, if he "wanted to go for a ride".

He brought down a cloud and I saw the town he lived in.

The bird-people smile,waved and greeted. I hoped on in for a breath of adventure.

If the mouths ask me I'll say I don't remember.

The bird-people all laughing with joy.

Stroking the grinning painted face on the wooden floor.

We passed the clock,the window,a mirror, Say hello to the child picking up fevers.

I catch a butterfly between my pale hands.

Smile with falling lips as it's color painted my laughs.

The clouds whisper more mist above us,

lingering eyes as the white gown man worked the shovel.

A great reflection appear. making me see the real smiles of those near.

The glisten in my eyes faded slowly and surely, as the corner of there mouth stretch beyond fury.

To turn a head I repeated the record, but I was caught in the onyx glare the flicker.

Seeing the future, my future, that time hidden.

Trap inside of bottle blood that I bitten.

My eyebrows raising as they tilt there head backwards and started to shriek.

Shattering pieces of the world that tried to flee.

I fell on my palms and the figure on the floor burned.

Inhaling the dark power that float through.

I could not deny-I could not ignore the pain that was on my back, ripping each stone.

Feathers and more feather pining over the root of my spine.

Each vertebrae gaining there own cup of wine.

The white-gown-man facing the running world.

A gaze from my charcoal tint as he slowly turn.

I yell "Make it go away!".."Make it end!".

Tainting his solace place as my tint shed.

"MAKE IT END!". I pleading with one more rich feeling.

His voice like singing chirps whisper

"The ending.."-"Where is it?"...

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