spooked by the sharpness of elbows
and the lingering copper that lines
the lace of your lungs,
they sing for the sake of bravery
raising their eyes to the tea-doily spots
of mildew and memory on the ceiling.
the butterflies are banging against
the walls of my stomach.
yours is a rollercoaster left-behind.
i am lost and anticipate
the interlocked arteries of a new map,
a new compass implanted,
a new sense of direction.
and the constant killing of things,
the wash of your statements,
the faded green marker on a
poster for peace, all dappled with
rain, the penstrokes showing like
bones through the page
continue to tell and recount
the falling-apart of things,
the inevitable crash.














Comments
I
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-Christian-
-Wolf Lover-
-Insane Artist-
-Ninth Grader-
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With only the nightbugs to lead me home...
its good.
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There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
A good ending. I like the fourth line of the first stanza
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Like the stars,
Like the moon above,
I embrace everything there is.
Drifting away into the dark of the night.
Endlessly wishing to have wings to get away...
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Next to silence, that which expresses the inexpressible...is music.
I
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Sold Under Sin
congratulations on the DD.
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
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