now where were we?
I see you now as I always have but
it was covered in dirt and dust in the past
so I rubbed the filth off the mirrors and looked you right in the eye
I dug you up from the frigid earth where you lay your suffocated secrets
I wrenched the truth from your bony fingers
unraveled genuine, sewn into your skin, laced among your hairs
the rotten wood of the coffin you lie in
where you put it to rest easy and forgotten
to death, myself, authentic and bright
I hold a glassy shard to your face
a reflection of my soul
to death myself, my self to death
DU LIEST GERADE
jolie memphis
PoesieSuzanne 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...
