it's twelve a.m.
and She's throwing
pebbles at my windows
it's one a.m.
and i'm painting Her
in my basement
it's two a.m.
and We're in the cemetery
playing Her favourite Game
it's three a.m.
and She's picking glass
and rocks from my hands
it's four a.m.
and We're on a boat
in the middle of the lake
it's five a.m.
and She's dancing naked
on the Moonlit beach
it's six a.m.
and We're watching
the Sun rise slowly
it's seven a.m.
and i'm nursing
a busted nose
it's eight a.m.
and We're going home
to Her shitty apartment
it's nine a.m.
and She's snoring soundly
as i smoke a cigarette
it's ten a.m.
and i'm watching
Her suck Her thumb
it's eleven a.m.
and i curl up so i
can Sleep beside Her
it's twelve p.m.
and i whisper "Love You"
hoping She doesn't wake
YOU ARE READING
The Autopsy of Ashes (Victoria)
PoetryThis is the Story of Victoria. i Loved Her. i Hated Her. i Needed Her. She Created me. She Destroyed me. She is Everyone who ever got away. She is Your favourite Song. She is Everything. She is the Ashes of Your house. She is Nothing. She is You...
