Nicole brings an intense vision.
She watched stiff-backed
girls in snow-white paper
dresses flying,
their speckled kites
low to the ground,
and she called
for the great gusts
of angry winds
to blow in and catch
the corners
of those dresses
and their kites,
and take them
all, tangled together
into stormy places
behind her eyes.
Sweep them
into deep places
where held breath burns
against walls of lungs
before sighing
into ecstasy.
Leave them
in dark places
where terrified screams burn
the backs of throats,
and rip pain
into pleasure.
Bury them
among stark bones
that found their lustre
in the depths
of her own mind.
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