HOW THE FEELING COMES BACK
By Riley Sanchez
Dawn reveals
His eyes torn
Her eyes close as everything becomes
The blinding morning
The tone is the perfect yellow
All the pages BLANK
She melts into it
Something wraps into her bliss
The house shifts slightly
To be a bother you must be a guest
A half laugh
Mortar dust in the air
barely looking at her. Later,
Her breath starts to thin
Losing everything
Even your dirty toothbrush
The smoking pan filled very much to the brim
Off the bureau into the gap behind the furniture
Rubbing sleep
What keeps a marriage going
Tincture
Him with a decorative frame
The wrench to test the edges
Stairwell towards the skylight
The force of the words startle
stutters, but covers
The bump causes something to shift
The family continues to fight → Mother screams to his head into a glass vase on the mantle → The sun hangs low in the sky, still a stain → broken glass from cupbearer broken on the floor, some dust comes with it → She’ll need clean water. She touches it. → (Snaps; bellowing) → the tone of the room changes
Enter her; we see the images form the inspiration:
What is your emergency as flashbulbs fire?
Your pain: the sacrifice just a vast and silent darkness and the house is barely alive. The mourner helps lament the requiem. Nothing moves. Everyone shoots and bursts and everything dissolves into white.
