There are gentle curses,
simple words that would break you
into those pieces you are,
scattered on the floor,
swept gently into my dustpan of marble,
reassembled from the
broken little statue you are
not so little, are you?
I'd reassemble your last horizons,
raining bleak shores of a suicide walk off of Beachey Head.
Smash,
dissolve into the waters,
and turn the ocean waters
purple.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC
There are gentle curses,
simple words that would break you
into those pieces you are,
scattered on the floor,
swept gently into my dustpan of marble,
reassembled from the
broken little statue you are
not so little, are you?
I'd reassemble your last horizons,
raining bleak shores of a suicide walk off of Beachey Head.
Smash,
dissolve into the waters,
and turn the ocean waters
purple.
