Apr 2012
Sweet rind of the old orange,
the smell of fruit rotting
under the tangerine sun,
Rust covered doors
and barren floors--
Enter at your own risk.
Streams run red
with blood and broken memories
and the strawberry girl
laughs by the riverbank.
The bitter, coppery sound
rolls through the sinking sky.
Who says the sun must come up tomorrow,
and you must love again?
The golden girl wears silver armor
and drags a rusted sword behind her.
the smell of fruit rotting
under the tangerine sun,
Rust covered doors
and barren floors--
Enter at your own risk.
Streams run red
with blood and broken memories
and the strawberry girl
laughs by the riverbank.
The bitter, coppery sound
rolls through the sinking sky.
Who says the sun must come up tomorrow,
and you must love again?
The golden girl wears silver armor
and drags a rusted sword behind her.
I was trying for something different from what I typically write-- more abstract or symbolic than usual. Please tell me what you think. Did you know what I was talking about? What is your own interpretation? Please share!
