equilibrium

Spread fingers

Touching palms

Eyes have met

Yet

They're different.

|Younger|

Ringlets,

Golden sunshine

The tint of a purple ribbon

And the giggle of the unharmed dandelions

Daisies

The perfect flower

Yellow like honey in the centre

White like doves, all around

Many chances to meet the bees

And share secrets as a friend that is trapped; still.

Quiet.

|Older|

Broken eggshells,

The limbs emerge

Messy and angry

No directional sense

Only envy of what came before.

Journeys won,

Days lost;

The balancing act too fragile

No longer handling the delicacies

Collected from the insides of seashells

And the claws of crabs that had never warned of drowning waves

They did not know their impact; could only glide within them.

|Equilibrium|

Comes when the climax tilts

The breath before the spotlight; stage

An audience cannot know the desperation

To escape the shackles of the ballet shoes

Too tight; ribbons now claustrophobic

The moment before the shudder; fallen

There's delight in the rushing air of time

Look, a flicker of her

That's all we'll get these days

As they wander, expectant.

When will it come together?

The singularity touched and claimed eventually.

Fragments molded into something digestible

A meeting point in the centre; unfinished chords

Leaving it all an unsatisfying promise

To continue flailing.

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Another breath becoming, and the fingerprints jolt out

Grimaces at what could have morphed; unity

An apparent thing to abolish, forcefully

Ripping skins like plasticine from tight ponytails.

Growth stunted at the cut-off circulation

Found at the centre of the heart

Prized targets

Taken one by one

No reflections in silver pools of saltwater.

They all snuck down to the bottom,

Not afraid to confront themselves

And forget the others.

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