I'm left open and sagging
Resting raw against the the thump of your clean living heart
Still reeling I can't move up or down or left or right
Stuck in a bottomless purgatory that just seems to become more grey
Each of your eyelashes etched into my palms
Every stretch of skin looped like a thread into my memory
Clogging my mind until I'm trapped in your image
I sink into the pollution of your shadow
I can't swim to cleaner tides.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
I'm left open and sagging
Resting raw against the the thump of your clean living heart
Still reeling I can't move up or down or left or right
Stuck in a bottomless purgatory that just seems to become more grey
Each of your eyelashes etched into my palms
Every stretch of skin looped like a thread into my memory
Clogging my mind until I'm trapped in your image
I sink into the pollution of your shadow
I can't swim to cleaner tides.
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