Work in Progress

First first first draft, for real...this is going to be one of those times where I type and hit "Publish Post" as fast as I can before I change my mind about putting it up....

Fragments

Stand in front of fate
and it will knock you down.
Shattered glass fills the ground,
come closer and see it glint.
Not sharp shards-
soft snow and slippery ice.
For Sale signs litter the walls…
Keep singing along
even if you forgot to hit play.
Sun hangs from the ceiling,
Bare ankles catch the cold.
Sky glows tapping and touching
the foreign city next door.
Cotton fills cracks
that gape like open wounds.
Can’t catch blood that doesn’t bleed.
Left handed kisses
from a right handed girl
means good luck for a while.
Darkened windows show flames on bricks.
Out of my element,
Get surrounded by chords
that fall onto ears,
catching dark hair.
Brakes hit, heart stops—
“You’ll be ok.”

:end sidenote