Frolicking among their innocence
Her skull tilts and falters,
captive in her right hand
As she cradles the poison in her left
A liquid prayer,to wash away past evils
She arose a staggering wreck
5'6, mascara and black fishnets
And into her decrepit peace
Stashed away in the worn cupboard
She guzzles the rest
Not relenting a drop
Not even for the rats
Their eyes sunken, in their soon swallowed escape
Within earshot of her young
She cursed and stumbled
Burdened them with hatred
Brewed in His frozen absence
"Little ones, he's homeward bound
Adorned with medals, sea bag and all"
And she evolved
Through the grueling winters
The harrowing springs
The summers flooded with anguish
She evolved, through the brooding autumn
With waning reverence, each fallen November
Within earshot of her young
She is reduced to shards
A final squeeze
And she slumped over billowing with smoke
The blood pools the same,
just as her love before her
Salted by the tears,
overflowing from the once empty glass
This was sort of random, it just sort of materialized out of nowhere. I was listening this song by one of my favorite artists: St.Vincent http://youtu.be/ByBGgiacuCc and while i was listening to the song i opened Microsoft word and this is what i typed.
No comments:
Post a Comment