thinking of....

Paper/Scissors/Stone


Shabbily constructed paper towers of love
Threatened by the slightest of wind
Emotion is papyrus thin
Feelings runs in a funnel

No one takes what you think
Layers of hope snipped off
Revealing fragile white crumpled
petals of hearts

Eyes colour skies greyish blue
Cloudless and dry
Barren, desolate fields within
Shrouds of faces make up an impermeable mist

Be clenched, cold, hardened
To touch Earth's charred surfaces
Ashes seeping through trembling fingers
Still failing to understand why

Crimson courses no more through veins
Only cool, black ink
Fluid clumping to form
Dark, expressionless stones.