The Gift – Kat Solares

The Gift

Death touches life

Life tears apart endings

Rotten fruit

Let it fall

Reach out

Hold out your hand

Black and white or green and gold

A half pipe of choices

Flowers touch bones

Bones to the living

I ollie into my own soul

Awakens the loins

Quiets the mind

From the grave to the sky

Cross the eyes

Dot the tease

Roadrash down to the bone

Brings life to the image

To the soul

A drop in

A drip of blood

Share the taste

Share the poison

Whirring wheels on sidewalk

Trucks and barring twist

Trailing red black and white

A sort of knock knock joke

Cut off thoughts

Cut off jeans

Lost words in rubber on pavement

None left on my soles