Attraction
pieces that fall apart
stick together
like a lost art.
cold arms grasp the
air looking for the touch
that keeps them whole,
only to reveal the
animal attraction
baring its fangs at their core.
Lost echoes
It haunts the silence
hoping to be found in the crowd.
Tethered to the ground, it flies in the wind
dancing among clouds, searching for what is lost.
It hides but shines bright
It runs but never shows its back,
only to be seen through another's eyes
placing itself in an unfamiliar home.
georgewriting 