Klaire-in-Wonderland

it's the hues of gray and blue that traverse the outer reaches of our galaxy, the vastness of planets and the dottedness of stars; it’s the softest of snow on the willow branches, the most rigid of rock on the mountainside, and the warmest of sunrays and the peacefulness of moonbeams; it's the ache of mind and of soul, the ripped flesh on bloody knuckles, busted lips that tell no lies the bruises on skin and the torn open wounds it's the string that unravels within you and continues on like tangled, unfurling thread; the glazed eyes that trap distant memories and bittersweet thoughts; it's the Rabbit Hole descending int

coughing out your existence bit by bit and piece by piece bleeding away the memories of you each drop of sweat releases your tears each shake; your kisses you make me sick

dotting the page with nothing inking words with unseen meaning cursive lines hidden to its audience plot points and twists undiscovered never to be discovered

They say lightning never strikes the same place twice. The why am I standing here once again electrocuted? Are you like a hurricane whirling around me? With raging violence and passion, then gone?   Only to return once more to drench me again?