Below,
ink slimes its black
and worms trails
in souls with words
scratched indelible,
pithy as coal
Above
oxygen breathes colour
and swims in silky
tides billowing,
angels in tow
while
Between,
I
stretched taut,
frayed wire hung
from precipitous
mantle, reach
for what
is mine
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What a sky to set your words to!
Isn’t it beautiful? I caught another tonight, so hopefully there is at least one ‘keeper’ for the week.
Excellent.
you paint a torturous image
Great! Then my job here is done….. 🙂
A redemptive brittleness to this one. Excellent, Melody.
Thanks Rob. I like the term brittleness…I think it fits.
I kinda thought so. It felt a bit sharp, but…hopeful.