my grasp on her glass of water clanks and
clatters like shackles,
resonates savagely for miles and miles.
until it reaches my mirror and becomes
too red to hear;
i hadn't realized the water had reached my eyes
i couldn't know that it was so near.
saw this in the news, my darling, thought
you might be interested -
but all the sounds from my window are muffled
by the ringing inside my ears.
hope they reach you well, i hope that you
are well. can't check for myself.
(the dried tubers have always been enough so i never
ever asked for violets)
Time came back once again, daughter,
he left a red smudge on your chair's left arm.
it catches on my hair as I fling
arms and legs over stained upholstery;
eyes outstretched to the ceiling (an offering:
to whichever gods are still left.)
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
my grasp on her glass of water clanks and
clatters like shackles,
resonates savagely for miles and miles.
until it reaches my mirror and becomes
too red to hear;
i hadn't realized the water had reached my eyes
i couldn't know that it was so near.
saw this in the news, my darling, thought
you might be interested -
but all the sounds from my window are muffled
by the ringing inside my ears.
hope they reach you well, i hope that you
are well. can't check for myself.
(the dried tubers have always been enough so i never
ever asked for violets)
Time came back once again, daughter,
he left a red smudge on your chair's left arm.
it catches on my hair as I fling
arms and legs over stained upholstery;
eyes outstretched to the ceiling (an offering:
to whichever gods are still left.)
i don't even know what this is, enjoy?
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