the discomfort of familiarity with consistency
gnaws at necks
slides down the spine
and taunts with time
once
hours would fly then fall
wine white would bloom burgundy blood
pale purple cotton clouds would wave through black blue skies
memories would meld with dreams
and dance in the lush possibility of each impossibility
the dulled murky mind longs to return to such a time
when i was mine
“Taunting Time” by Meaghan Merrifield
Artwork by Marko Koeppe
The Show Tell Project 