Even the rainbow looks up to us. (A One-Act Play.)
Never made it out of her liquid opal eyes
where our hearts used to be is gone
pick its decayed snaggled teeth
dreaming putrid schemes
Time delivers grace in harmony.
I was your first when you spit
We drop our guard and follow, blinded by our lack of will.
Leading and following wherever it goes
judgment’s noose was tight
Prayer gives way to fate