IndigoLillies

Remnants of a Doomed Obsession -- We're at the end of the line, though it could always be worse – spouts my mind's frayed edges. Probing, consoling, ever so controlling. Is there lucidity at all? Gather the disenchanted threads, watch them haplessly unravel, then interweaving circumspection, lightly kiss the bewildered air.

Cliffhanger Up and up the jagged range, Whilst we perpetually scale Take care to balance, Note the precipice I hope you never fall. Once reaching the fiery zenith, Quenching hopes, Conquering goals, Simply wondering... Which way down?

Serpentine Solution Vibrant luster, now elusive, once thrived within such scales, becoming more opaquely mottled through each undulating rhythm. Discarding skins, dead carcasses, to rip but never kill, to fade but never rot, until but one lingers in this perennial rebirth.

The Stopwatch     Nine years, eight months, three weeks, four days, two hours, seventeen minutes, ten seconds and fifteen nanoseconds into the infinite void of time, Petey Halloway's stopwatch kept on ticking. It wasn't quite a special sort of stopwatch; indeed, it looked most plain. Just a sky blue stopwatch, properly dinged and functional, assiduously hanging around young Petey's neck.     Of course, he was not the only one in town with a stopwatch. The older ladies (at least those of good repute) dutifully concealed theirs under fading blouses. The frazzled parents of many weary children tended to forget just that, so town gossips con