Aug 2017
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I've been homesick,
It's been a long time since I've last given birth to gods in my poetry; so to the old truths and the new: 'hallelujah'
My tongue was a slave to lovely things---I'll admit it was easier that way, but now I've been writing it down again; turning spiders into stories and cancer into planets
who was I to begin with,
who was I.
I'll say it now. I will never escape the wolves. Those wolves with their chalk outlines and their lakota moons. They'll try to teach themselves how to walk back into your life again and don't you dare forget the ruin, oh don't you dare forget how the fire kissed you
she was moonlight sonata,
but he was clair de lune.
He fed me to the bullet feast when he saw fit and I left his ashes on the sidewalk; daybreak can have it for all I care now.
"I don't know if I'm in love with you anymore"
I remember my body as a garden of stars disguised as flowers; my roots merely empty spaces dismantled by the light. I remember the bullets in the soil he planted, and the wars that grew in it's place. I became a walking example of death; a soul in the process of decay.
Who was I,
who was I to begin with.
Dear all that has haunted me all these years: I am ready for you. I have always been ready for you.
Tell me where to sell my soul, and I will meet you there.
---Swimming in the moonlight
I've been homesick,
It's been a long time since I've last given birth to gods in my poetry; so to the old truths and the new: 'hallelujah'
My tongue was a slave to lovely things---I'll admit it was easier that way, but now I've been writing it down again; turning spiders into stories and cancer into planets
who was I to begin with,
who was I.
I'll say it now. I will never escape the wolves. Those wolves with their chalk outlines and their lakota moons. They'll try to teach themselves how to walk back into your life again and don't you dare forget the ruin, oh don't you dare forget how the fire kissed you
she was moonlight sonata,
but he was clair de lune.
He fed me to the bullet feast when he saw fit and I left his ashes on the sidewalk; daybreak can have it for all I care now.
"I don't know if I'm in love with you anymore"
I remember my body as a garden of stars disguised as flowers; my roots merely empty spaces dismantled by the light. I remember the bullets in the soil he planted, and the wars that grew in it's place. I became a walking example of death; a soul in the process of decay.
Who was I,
who was I to begin with.
Dear all that has haunted me all these years: I am ready for you. I have always been ready for you.
Tell me where to sell my soul, and I will meet you there.
---Swimming in the moonlight
you wanted to fix me
you lied
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you lied
© Copywrite Skaidrum
