The
Blooms
by Shawn Chase
by Shawn Chase
Winstons
Smoke
‘em
Crackling
strings
Aroma
filling my ears
Staccato
flame burning
Velvety
plume vibrating in the air
Choking
my sensibilities
Beautiful
daggers slicing me open
Writhing
chills coalesce upon my skin
Orgasmic
agony screams out from within
Complacency
stands staunchly without
Suddenly
I forget where I am
My
identity frozen in the inhalation
Suspended
in the lungs of plucked metallic wire
Waiting
to resonate once again
Blessed
are the trapped moments
Discovering
solace
Recognizing
malice
Releasing
pent-up scorn
Dispensed
to purity
Behold
the blooms
Shawn
Chase is a pharmacist
living in Indianapolis. He says he is a product of the love and
compassion surrounding him. More of his writing can be found at
unexpectedsharing.com