The memory is a leaky facet
That drips with mud and sweating suns.
It splatters so shamelessly upon stained fabric.
Beads of light caught in the spiders noose
That is how I saw you.
You were a blanket of truth that tucked me in too tight.
Your words words were needles
So carefully administered no suspicious flicker
Entered me.
I became a river
With a stomach full of stones
and you sank me
to the bottom.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
The memory is a leaky facet
That drips with mud and sweating suns.
It splatters so shamelessly upon stained fabric.
Beads of light caught in the spiders noose
That is how I saw you.
You were a blanket of truth that tucked me in too tight.
Your words words were needles
So carefully administered no suspicious flicker
Entered me.
I became a river
With a stomach full of stones
and you sank me
to the bottom.
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