She is a fallen woman
from the Holy Sea,
a broken sample
from the Fairlight,
dressed in whispers and vines.
The wretched wind
says many things to her:
"lament no more over
your emptied ******
follow the glum west end sky
to the treasures of America."
Her intangible items
go first: two figurines,
two tin daughters
travelling with the wild dogs,
asleep in the backseat,
kept as contraband
until she pays with
coral, jade and pearls.
But heroin's
in her veins, telling her
the kids will keep,
as she slips beyond
the black rainbow
and into 'paradise'.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
She is a fallen woman
from the Holy Sea,
a broken sample
from the Fairlight,
dressed in whispers and vines.
The wretched wind
says many things to her:
"lament no more over
your emptied ******
follow the glum west end sky
to the treasures of America."
Her intangible items
go first: two figurines,
two tin daughters
travelling with the wild dogs,
asleep in the backseat,
kept as contraband
until she pays with
coral, jade and pearls.
But heroin's
in her veins, telling her
the kids will keep,
as she slips beyond
the black rainbow
and into 'paradise'.
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