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Quenched your thirst with nothingness That final night we spoke, Strangled by the Dragon's claws Until your wristwatch broke. It stained your lips, your fingertips The membrane of your nose; The queerest shade of mushroom blue I'd ever then behold. And were it not for breathlessness That swallowed up the sound I'd found the shade befitting of The body on the ground. As children, brave, you sailed away More places than I'd go. I followed each resounding path And lived as your echo. Motivation to taste the dregs Of an oblivion Was not a path I'd trace myself Or follow where you'd been I broke off, denied the blue Before it stained me dead I should have stayed a pace behind To share the way I'd tread You're Peter Pan at twenty-two And nevermore a day I watched the stars up in the sky And saw you sail away. Your wristwatch, though broken Still clicks on in my head The last place that you're breathing now In dreams that grace your stead. I never could quite come to tell you I dreamt of drowning in one ocean For the rest of my days.
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
You Turned Blue and Sailed Away.
Quenched your thirst with nothingness That final night we spoke, Strangled by the Dragon's claws Until your wristwatch broke. It stained your lips, your fingertips The membrane of your nose; The queerest shade of mushroom blue I'd ever then behold. And were it not for breathlessness That swallowed up the sound I'd found the shade befitting of The body on the ground. As children, brave, you sailed away More places than I'd go. I followed each resounding path And lived as your echo. Motivation to taste the dregs Of an oblivion Was not a path I'd trace myself Or follow where you'd been I broke off, denied the blue Before it stained me dead I should have stayed a pace behind To share the way I'd tread You're Peter Pan at twenty-two And nevermore a day I watched the stars up in the sky And saw you sail away. Your wristwatch, though broken Still clicks on in my head The last place that you're breathing now In dreams that grace your stead. I never could quite come to tell you I dreamt of drowning in one ocean For the rest of my days.
sarah-spang
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
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