Poetry By KLYNT

         David Geitgey Sierralupe CC



​SNOW GLOBE

I remember
my best friend had a sister

sunshine
 
sparks glitter
mason jars a flitter
with dime-store dinosaurs
stuck to the cap with tar

most beautiful 
the more violently you shake 

prismatic 
prison break

glint splinters
get under your skin
lingering with unexpected cuts

thick ichor gushes out
impossible to clean up

transfixed

now extinct

Lisa
was stabbed 
21 times
on her 16th birthday

I remember 
at her funeral
they say she loved poetry

suddenly erased

graced with immortality
divinity on a page

in the plink of keen glass shards
I hear the crinkle of footsteps
on fresh fallen snow

when I squint
with enough pressure to create diamonds

solar flares ignite
rainbows from a prism




KLYNT defies labels and lives between boundaries.