I whispered at dawn that you're beautiful
It bears repeating here, mouthing the words
As day turned darker, I saw the light
The sky collapsed, shrouding my brutality
Sat side by side in this pale moonlight
Our hillside overlooks the seamy streets
Your hair, my love, is as golden as ever
Even as viscous blood thickens its strands
May I turn your head to gaze in your eyes?
Your always dead eyes, still gone, vanished
Caress your mouth, your parted lips, expectant
Waiting for an exhalation, giving me a sign
You were cold towards me, so cold, and so
You become colder still, colder still, into ice
Your perfect legs remain unflinching to my touch
Breaking them to carry will surely break me too
I promised to take you far from here, oftentimes
I'll take you even further, I swear on your grave
Your skin is not what it once was, not sweet
Your face that fell has dropped through the floor
Your heart, it no longer beats for me
Your heart, it no longer beats at all
Your life curdles round the kitchen knife
The handle sucked up by your sunken soul
2 days ago
5 comments:
I suddenly feel very Jeliza Rose.
Scary but beautiful at the same time. I love the breaking legs bit.
Truely grotesquely beautiful. I'm in awe of how you manage to set such tones.
this post makes me sigh. really deeply sigh.
x
Ani - wink, wink.
Jem - Yeah, I liked the breaking legs bit too. I have a thing about legs. Not that I'm JEALOUS of anyone's pairs of legs, of course.
K - Thank you. It's all based on absolute realism, you know.
Andre - Thanks, but please don't sigh. None of it is based on absolute realism.
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