In Madness, Lilies Appear Brighter

She felt the goosebumps grow,

“It could have been more,” she

thought, not now, though, not

in a tin can bus, fused together

electrodes, tempered and fast –

like her father, baring the brunt

of quick wit and burnt tents,

trapped together, her buddies

blaring needles and pins, cat’s

at home in the dump, her train

ticket bled onto her hands, it

was years, no, decades since

she saw him; there in the sun,

that day in May, grasslit hill,

like a movie, no, like a poem she

heard in the eighth grade, an

image of queens in France, she

was the court jester, no, she was

wrong, but his smile swept her

inside the atomic dustbin, and

the glory of the music she heard

since then brought her here, at

home in the streets, gripped

by skeletons and painted trolls,

she bummed a cigarette from

a boy who was sixteen, he lit

it for her and asked her name,

“Leaving This Fucking Place,”

she said, the boy chuckled.

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~ by Shawn M. Young on April 10, 2017.

3 Responses to “In Madness, Lilies Appear Brighter”

  1. It’s beautiful…I loved it !

    Cheers !
    Chhaya 🙂

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