Faint light pours through the blinds like putty
Clenched through a fist,
Forming soft tape
Curling like icing on the wood floors.
It’s blooming reminds me of the garden;
The summer when the grass grew too long.
Our foam swords clashed with unflattering WHACKS as we danced across the yard.
WHACK WHACK THUMP
WHACK WHACK up the steps,
WHACK WHACK SSSSLLLING WHACK down the dew-green slide.
We landed like rogues do,
Our swords crossed like tape when you pointed to my foot;
The grass squirmed beside it.
I leaped away like rogues do
And we silently watch the rabbit
Paw at the ground
With its last good leg
Paddle into the flowers.
We’ve hidden inside from the garden since.
Liam Kelly (He/Him/They) is a multimedia creative who is committed to the Great Entity known as "The Bit". Juggling between varying passions, mediums, and interests, Liam seeks to create spontaneous, naturalistic, and semi-chaotic performances. That-- or just be entertaining. It is very unclear.