.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

8.05.2007

it starts as an
embroidery stitch
in the bottom of these
ribs;
sewing the hours and
days together into a
dull, aching
flower.
lonliness creeps
with spiders hidden in the
bedsheets-
(it all disappeared
so
abruptly)
i sleep with fifteen pounds
of ashes
compiling my memories into a
dustpan
while i am dreaming
to the sound of
erasers clapping.
there are pieces of me
stuck in the fibers of the carpet
choking on chalkdust
singing to the rain in
broken keys
about the endless search for
contentment.
you are falling around me
everywhere
saturating the cotton draping my
pale skeleton. you
roll down my cheeks,
fall from my lashes,
tracing electric streaks over my pores
(thirsty for you
after
six years of warmth).

they say:
you return with
greener eyes
or as some
far
off
star
but i feel you
everywhere.
you return
with dusty
wings and an addiction to
bright light,
electrifying the streets
with a flood and
bursting from the
clouds,
you sing to the spiders and the
concrete
pushing a new leaf
out the stem of an
orchid. and oh lovely, you
bloom
in white.

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