yemmerich, 29 września 2012
I poured you a glass of milk
you drink it like you do
your mouth a cave i want to explore
you say
"not yet. it wouldn't be right
and anyway
i don't love you anymore"
but the truth is i'm holding out
when you die i'll lay on your coffin
my tears will wear away the (... więcej)
yemmerich, 29 września 2012
His stories of me
fall to the floorboards
and split them open
I am running my barefeet across them
over and over
until I'm splintered
with the past
My hands shake as I hope
to drown in this
mug of tea
I press it to my lips
hoping it will burn them away
I am sitting in (... więcej)
yemmerich, 5 marca 2012
I was a young girl living in an apricot. The walls collapsed around my bed. Worms, I think. Bunches of rotting fruit fell like missiles. I escaped to an apple. I made a bunker in the center and I slept with the seeds. Now the walls have collapsed again. And I realize .. there is no fruit that I can be (... więcej)
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