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Vida Crow Nov 2016
You hold my hand
and sing ashes, ashes,

We run to the forest,
fingers burning.

(I blow mine out)

You sing we all fall down,
and the world is a pyre
Vida Crow Nov 2016
Oh no*
He thinks
as the
screams begin.

He forgot
to wash
the blood
off his
hands

[He's
gotten
sloppy]
Vida Crow Sep 2016
She finds it odd
That the two of them
[A crow and a ghost]
Cast no shadow

*[And he finds it hysterical
That he can creep up on her
And steal her away in the dark of morning]
Vida Crow Sep 2016
My strange lover came to me last night
Late December murmurings,
Bruised lips
                      and Hooded Eyes
*[And in the morning when he is gone,
She finds ink scrawlings staining her sheets]
and
Vida Crow Sep 2016
She was a mad, mad girl
*[Bella, Bella, won't you come to p l a y?]
Vida Crow Sep 2016
Someone has cut my strings, Love
And now I sit here(vulnerable)

You take me in your (bitter)hands
And toss me against the wall

And as I slump against the broken glass
I think
Maybe it was you

[Someone is wailing]
*[Maybe its you]
Vida Crow Sep 2016
He watches her waltz
With half starved eyes
*[My Dear, do you hear my heart echo as it screams?]
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