Alexa Laing-Moore
speaking
speaking
contradiction in perfect diction
Leaves burst into flight while the birds lost their colour,
And the ghosts tiptoed past our windows, terrified of being seen.
I pricked my fingers on the petals of the aubergine orchids
Old men left behind on the graves of their dreams.
The grass grew tall but the trees fell short,
And the sky crashed down when I grabbed your hand.
I spoke when I thought and sang when I breathed.
Sparrows leaped from my skin in the wake of my sins
So you opened the windows to give them some air.