something startled the
fault line yesterday
a misalignment in the stars
she tried to find the volume in
your expression
but you are far too quiet
& its horrifying
tingling underneath her fingernails
intuition like haunting
& she still can't figure out
where you are
speak
speak here
I drift like the
tide
constantly
in and out of
awareness
out of life
out of mobility
you rise up over
the shore
a sunlit statue
at your charismatic helm
or so I thought
but you sailed right past
*your face was so empty
I could not reach
you*
& you never looked
never saw me watching you
its as if you already knew
you were on a
sinking ship
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 4:00 PM UTC
something startled the
fault line yesterday
a misalignment in the stars
she tried to find the volume in
your expression
but you are far too quiet
& its horrifying
tingling underneath her fingernails
intuition like haunting
& she still can't figure out
where you are
speak
speak here
I drift like the
tide
constantly
in and out of
awareness
out of life
out of mobility
you rise up over
the shore
a sunlit statue
at your charismatic helm
or so I thought
but you sailed right past
*your face was so empty
I could not reach
you*
& you never looked
never saw me watching you
its as if you already knew
you were on a
sinking ship
I scream
I cry
I claw at the sand
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