acting a fool.

we are bound to ourselves

melted styrene fused to fingers

brittle bones soldered to wires, just

marionettes of our own devising

trust is the blanket of nightfall

a backdrop on the stage

hand drawn with silhouettes

stippled across a faraway landscape

then, hot white burning light

brought in quickly to illuminate

oh, darkness we lie, we lie to   

overcome our slippery plots

terror always ends the same, the

same closing credits, same storyline

the same puppets left alone

and the ovation is forgone

© 3.28.2017 heather brager

muddy water.

does she descend upon your

grayscale, or tender

unacknowledged

criterion with need

carefully spelled

in musical interpretation

and intricate visual renderings

does harmony seep through the

dark irises and cochlea, soaking

through to your muscle in

ochre, hemorrhaging sanguine

do you love as deeply

as the outlined concepts, to

bend time over expansive

depths of circumstance, or

do you feel in sepia, and

stop breathing in dreams

© 3.24.2017 heather brager