bread and berries

she ate the darkest berry in the bunch
and let the juice spill from her mouth 
as she denounced the bread and wept 
tears that fell into the strands of hair  
swept across her face with the light  
seeping into her vision and reflecting her  
blonde waves into a stain glass window of  
shadows that grew and shrunk depending  
on the sun but still proved tension  
leads to growth. 

Be free in the present,

Trace Maddox

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s