Powerlite effigy burning so bright we could live off of it. You poured out in piles of yarn onto my chest. Get these crows off of me. Nice flowers.
Never grown
Never kissed
Never met
You poured out in piles of yarn onto the bed.
As soon as I said:
drone, prone, shone, cold
I'd rather be dead than alone, than at home, or anywhere else.
Not as good as a bird, not as fast either, but not stuck like a statue...
You poured out in piles of yarn onto my chest. Never worried. Never quite bare. Brittle bones with black veins. You poured out in piles of yarn onto the bed.
As soon as I said:
drone, prone, shone, cold
I'd rather be dead than alone, than at home, or anywhere else.
The calls that never bled:
unsung, black lung, I drank, you watched the box.
The snow I never met
the fold, the gold, you showed and I couldn't look.
The first time we spoke in rhyme we broke loose in perfect time.
All grown, all tired, all grey.
The web, the killing kind.
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