Break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words
The ill-chosen bursts breaking the calculating filtering
Of distances meant to block in cold concrete
The lapses bridging two masked souls
So that their make-up and get-up will not be ripped apart
In the nakedness of moving, shifting pixels.
But such is happiness:
Claws of laughter found in vultures gnashing the memories of its prey
So laugh a little will you?
Settle down with the silence unmasking
The part of my being I let go
When we hid together in spaces people know but dare not speak of.
Throw in a question, maintain the illusion,
Confess your denial by denying your confession
And bury in the corner your eyes look into
When you look away from me
When I ask you why
In the space where vultures thrive in the pixels of each other’s memory
You chose to break me with the soft blinding streaks of your words.
For this prompt.