Tuesday, January 31, 2012

(XI)

within the spaces of my ribs hid a scar;
a fossil of virulent sayings and decaying pasts.

i cried tears of aureate;
ingredients from the ghosts that live in my eyes.

vaporised tears; through a cohesion with eucalyptus scented air;
this will all end in a victorious dance.

All my love,

2 comments:

  1. booksinmycuppaFebruary 4, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    this is so lovely.. the words. are they yours? and the photo actually quite suits it, even that it is not straghtly connected. very lovely, I say.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2012 at 11:26 PM

    i love
    this
    photo!

    it is as
    if
    these
    two have
    reached
    some
    sad
    point in there
    relationship
    and its got
    them all stricken.

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