fingers dusted with yesterdays words
they traced your name and mine
in a hundred patterned cuts.
skin on skin,
eyes devouring a universe.
the times i said "this will not do"
and for all the years i wish it hadn't.
they traced your name and mine
in a hundred patterned cuts.
skin on skin,
eyes devouring a universe.
the times i said "this will not do"
and for all the years i wish it hadn't.
a smile stretched too wide at all the wrong hours
when notes struck a jarring discord
the goblet shatters.
breaks.
shimmers.
a million different pieces,each split in half
your words and mine.
my face today and the one ill wear tomorrow.
when notes struck a jarring discord
the goblet shatters.
breaks.
shimmers.
a million different pieces,each split in half
your words and mine.
my face today and the one ill wear tomorrow.
"and i have seen them all...."
the cats that drank their own blood on speckled floors.
the painting i broke with the other echoes in my head.
the whispers that strung a washing line between the high towers.
the screams,
the sighs,
the silences,
the black darkness inside the tightly capped bottle of ink.
the cats that drank their own blood on speckled floors.
the painting i broke with the other echoes in my head.
the whispers that strung a washing line between the high towers.
the screams,
the sighs,
the silences,
the black darkness inside the tightly capped bottle of ink.
these words go out to the unnamed few.
perhaps one or two.
perhaps one or two.
3 comments:
the black darkness inside the tightly capped bottle of ink. thats brilliant but do you mind writing something that can be comprehended by simple minds?
AND THAT'S MY PICTURE YOU PETTY CREDIT THIEF.
my god... explain... dark dark dark... or is it??
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