astral plead

astral plead

If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.

Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.

Shallow thought do quiver,

when storms brew with fear.

Chaos juggles north.

The mind glides east.

Voices heard, are twisted vines.

Restraining.

Restricting.

The third eye weeps.

These astral planes-

plead to be seen.

Coffee Q.

Coffee Q.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

Cash register-

pinging-

in-

and out.

Queue.

Person ahead-

uncroaking their croak.

Words stubble out-

from the croaked.

Soy-

decaf-

caramel half strength-

latte….

please.

Waiting-

scrolling-

through her phone.

She rolls her eyes-

In dismay.