Stalagmite eyes.
The dust filled palm trees.
In Fire as written.
The execution.
Their face.
Always well hidden.
Behind blooded mirrors.
And windows.
They have lost their head in the fire.
Alive.
Alive.
Alive.
A life well used.
Cemented in pine.
Lay on rug sinking in.
Never close.
Never intimate.
But always alive.
Garrett Johnson.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Stalagmite eyes.
The dust filled palm trees.
In Fire as written.
The execution.
Their face.
Always well hidden.
Behind blooded mirrors.
And windows.
They have lost their head in the fire.
Alive.
Alive.
Alive.
A life well used.
Cemented in pine.
Lay on rug sinking in.
Never close.
Never intimate.
But always alive.
Garrett Johnson.
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