my mind is a river of ash,
my body a song of flight,
and my fingers a wind of
death.the dirt you lie under feathers
my knees and sulks at my pleas,
your snigger plays in my ears like
the vinyl you kissed, and i finally
understand why you hug the
kin you missed.you heaved your sighs, hysterics
in a knot- perhaps the one tied
over your flesh, the splints and
virtue cutting open the cracks i
once mended with your personal
ointment; adoration.because of you i've learned to lie.
the hard part was the dawn of
light cascading my pupils, a solar
eclipse in a partial ride down the
valley of green, watered with the
tears you stitched upon my ovals.but maybe the hardest part was
pretending that i didn't care.ㅡ jge.
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