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A Song for the Unsung For

I rubbed my skin against the morning's water

Whispered through a forest's green

and hushed a running stream

 

I shot through the fog in a car

And danced with the core of the heat

lifting blankets and secrets and hopes and dreams

 

I told him to leave

Conceived in him the idea of perpetual insignificance

Taught him the truth behind meaning

 

I watched him with his toes curled over the edge

a graduation day

Seeing the glassy water and feeling like a

martyr, a saint

My hands coaxed him in, my cries scratched his ears

He left the land

choosing some notion of solitude

choosing to drift with the tides

 

I blew the winds fiercer on her

Sending new waves of shudders through her naked body

Flinching with each whip of my winds

She curled tighter up into herself

I beat the sun into her back

I cracked her skin and bled her thirst

I caked dirt into the wounds I left

 

*Desert or Sea?

Burn or Freeze?

Which Hell is harsher?

Will pain make me free?*

 

I ate her after she withered back to dust

I drank his diluted blood

 

They will die today

And it will mean nothing to tomorrow

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lorelei-adams
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Published
Oct 30, 2011
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