The fervid lover sits on the bed, towards the edge
With his golden ash tray, and a coal shining near her mouth
in washed out radiance, quite enough to overlook.
She ashed her medicine, watching the cigarette tears
glide to her thigh, bruised by that man with a shared name
before deciding that she’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
Pain came every time the little boy heard his name
from the monster who changed when the moon rose over the edge
of coliseum mountains, holding barbarity in his eyes and fetor in his mouth.
But when the sun rose oh how he loved and looked
in admiration, telling him “Don’t shed any tears.
There’s nothing to fear.
Why shed your tears?”
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
I put therapy loaded with copper pills in my mouth
and gave it a ******* trying to decide in a pool of confused tears
my emotions, and if they were stewed or straight edge.
I put the syringe down for just a moment and looked
beside me, analyzing the plastic cuff with a familiar name
before deciding that I’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
The fervid lover sits on the bed, towards the edge
With his golden ash tray, and a coal shining near her mouth
in washed out radiance, quite enough to overlook.
She ashed her medicine, watching the cigarette tears
glide to her thigh, bruised by that man with a shared name
before deciding that she’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
Pain came every time the little boy heard his name
from the monster who changed when the moon rose over the edge
of coliseum mountains, holding barbarity in his eyes and fetor in his mouth.
But when the sun rose oh how he loved and looked
in admiration, telling him “Don’t shed any tears.
There’s nothing to fear.
Why shed your tears?”
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
I put therapy loaded with copper pills in my mouth
and gave it a ******* trying to decide in a pool of confused tears
my emotions, and if they were stewed or straight edge.
I put the syringe down for just a moment and looked
beside me, analyzing the plastic cuff with a familiar name
before deciding that I’ll stay.
******* coward anyway;
A tree swaying in the middle of the concrete jungle.
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