Why is it harderSatin feathered eyelashes fluttered as if they were to afraid to fly open like the plush lips placed perfectly yet destructively on such a frigid with pride face.The rapid tongue stutters out words with a falling avalanche of ideas.Hands move quickly forming images only ones eye could witness and these images as iconic as the Mona Lisa tell of one thing and that is the melodic tune of her heart beat as she finds herself slipping every answer she never asked a question to but revealing only the mysterious nonasked questions her mind played with humbly.With every rushed nervous note her voice takes, she can't help but shake inside as her rattling leaf lungs crinkle and uncrinkle deep inside her tree trunk ribs, thick with expectations and crawling with frightful ticks. She finds trouble with the thing she wants to say the most and catches fire, her face burning up as if a thousand golden flames etched across the scene.A foolish spark flew onto her tongue for it scorched a
I'm drowning againI'm tripping over my tied up tongue trying to discover the words that can undo the knot so expertly done not even a navy seal could save me. I'm drowning in thoughts so heavily wound up all I can do is hold onto a wave until it crashes over me. I'm slipping far off into the cloudy sea of all my day dreams asking for a line for when it's over I can grab hold and reel myself in again but the fishing wire will just cut open my broken bird hands leaving me with raw blistered fingers. But I'll still pull on till my bleached bird bones rub against the clear savior.The watery ideas will push past my bulked up tongue and down my thin throat to fill my purchased lungs till my chest swells. All the insides tightly packed as the deepest of regards run through my thin blood stream. Filling my veins like shiny new sports cars racing towards my fragile muscle of a heart. The steady drumbeat turning into rapid taptaptapping until it pushes against my bleached bird bones.