Harsh rain against pavements.
Almost holographic, blistering.
Like the terrorized Atlantic.
Steady darkness filled with melancholy suns,
Fades to bushed static.
As I furrow --
Of the heartbeat I cannot fathom to catch.
Sweet mouthfuls of berries — hooks,
shadows.
Something —
Melts in the walls.
And I,
I am the arrow.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
Harsh rain against pavements.
Almost holographic, blistering.
Like the terrorized Atlantic.
Steady darkness filled with melancholy suns,
Fades to bushed static.
As I furrow --
Of the heartbeat I cannot fathom to catch.
Sweet mouthfuls of berries — hooks,
shadows.
Something —
Melts in the walls.
And I,
I am the arrow.
