Silhouette and Shadow
This poem is the memory of a dream.
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A tarred sky surrounds
a wooden house with wooden walls that slide open to let the wind gasp through.
The only light a glow of yellow within its bleak innards.
My mouth forms unheard word.
All but one dissipates.
A figure stands outside an open frame.
A too familiar soul whose eyes I despise.
In his hand he holds a clear bottle. He drinks from it once.
A rushing stream cascading into his mouth;
the stinging taste of rum.
There are secrets dancing behind closed lips.
Twisting, unfurling knots.
As his eyes drift, I follow
to the wall illuminated by golden light.
and my silhouette atop a shadow.
By Catori Sarmiento
From: United States
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