Magenta Stills

An overexposed picture,

a veil of magenta,

as though woven by memory that fed on too much wine.

Hazy nights, pregnant with innuendo

gave birth to dreams

little light flares in our wandering minds

metaphors- so believable

but unaware of time

running

grain

by

grain

through our fingers

until we ourselves drown like those countless silver crystals

and collide accidentally

to be then exposed and penetrated,

by want for coincidence-beaming rays of light

dispersing into false realities.

And hearts cling onto the has been

so that it may be.

Flooded by magenta we can barely see.

Copyright © 2012 Julia Milz