Chill

A chill air swirls around our ankles

We are sat at the desk

Pencils sharpened 

Head teeming with ideas we cannot convey

Scraps and snips of paper line the floor 

Inky and thirsty 

All just a sweet dream

Signs and symbols 

No way out 

We are free to drive

But stick close to the windows 

The last beam of light trickles through

We long for the dark

The smallest of three cheers 

We reach for the eraser 

Dab away the words we do not like

Snuggle up against the chill

Await another day, 

Cement

Her fingers clickety clack on the keyboard
Writing obscure tales
Swallowing cement
Her heart is soft
Full of hope
And warfare
A pilgrim walking with a skip and a song
The hall is crowded
We crest the mountain
Take a surprise turn
Follow the road
It's all a shield
Trials and falsehoods
We sit in the booth
Our back to the wall
We sip tea
A sugary surprise
Open the mercy gates
Shake off disdain and reason
I read what she has written and smile.

Siren

We shoot down the alley
Sirens blaring
Skin pulsing
There are clues
Insights
A style of breathing
Thighs and breasts
We were born in the month of June
Breathing and surging
A stain upon the tigers eye
A light body singing down the mountainside
A murmur and a whisper
We live in blocks
Tracks permit us to sing
Time stands still
We are nothing but a stain
Shifting and living
Being and playing
We shoot down the alley
Two little girls lost and breathing.