in the end of times,
we will weep open-mouthed
with pomegranate seeds in between our teeth
wailing to the dust, the dirt, the deity
the last rays of the sun will filter through
the bare branches of the trees
like sand in an hourglass,
washing us of yesterday’s sin
the clouds will finally catch up with the ever-expanding sky
a patch of light will be waiting,
watching us dance like maggots across a corpse
and like icarus before me, i take flight
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC
our sheets rustle
as the leaves do tonight
Silence lays between us with a hand on each mouth
intensifying the Words left unspoken,
the Words that simmer above my head
(unreachable, unattainable)
for too much was already said
and i hope you know,
that i would still buy you the shimmering stars,
the moon that shone on your face that night
(that night where we kissed and we laughed at nothing)
if only you'd touch me as the wind does the leaves
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC