I often dream of porcelain skies,
It’s smooth and fragile surfaces enticing me to thoughts of better times.
With a glass hammer I break the sky,
And, as the hammer breaks in my hand and tears at my flesh, I dye the porcelain a deep crimson red.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
I often dream of porcelain skies,
It’s smooth and fragile surfaces enticing me to thoughts of better times.
With a glass hammer I break the sky,
And, as the hammer breaks in my hand and tears at my flesh, I dye the porcelain a deep crimson red.
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