the cobwebs in the
moonlight
snatched her up while she
was sleeping
we didn't see her for
months
she fed on dust
& old photographs
when she rose she looked
more beautiful than
she ever
had
bathed in silver
& memory
she never forgot her place
in the line of
the earth
& every whimper kept me
tethered to her tears
in the winter she was lost
again
this time it's been for
years
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 2:03 AM UTC
the cobwebs in the
moonlight
snatched her up while she
was sleeping
we didn't see her for
months
she fed on dust
& old photographs
when she rose she looked
more beautiful than
she ever
had
bathed in silver
& memory
she never forgot her place
in the line of
the earth
& every whimper kept me
tethered to her tears
in the winter she was lost
again
this time it's been for
years
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