7 days in.
I get out of the shower and the floor is moving
my heart aches and I drink hot water to ease the nausea.
do not leave me be, baby, I haven't got a place to go
I had a dream about you, it was just last night
the moon was thin and oily in the sky
you were leaving for the north (the sky was grey and peeling, I couldn't feel my hands)
you had on, an odd blurred coat
and a small stick between your lips,,
when the call for boarding came
you ran your hands through my knotted hair
and hesitated before touching my cheek
I think what I did, was threaten you to stay
and you said "please"
after that, a throng of knitted people washed away- you and your case like a sick and thick tide
and then the dream collapsed and it was another monday morning
oh please. when the days gets lighter and the bites on my wrist don't feel so numb
call me up somewhere along the line, as my heart beats unto my throat, I've got your lighter and a ring between my thumbs, waiting, still, left handed and looking straight down the barrel of a camera, like I knew I never would-but maybe I will. in the autumn. when I'll look pretty every day under the gaze of his full and empty stare, you'll be achingly different and I will too, but love... no one will ever feel the same as just me, you and you
ESTÁS LEYENDO
jolie memphis
PoesíaSuzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are yo...
