i searched the streets for you, and the stations for you, and the windows and each door, for my lungs were hanging in shreds on the bare branches, i stood with my tiptoes in the road and i searched each face for a spec of you, for my heart was lost and lacerated in the trees, and i searched each shoe and each lock of hair for you, for my skin was scattered across the glass of the hospital, and my mouth was removed to the man who stared at me on the train, i looked for you, where my breasts had been stitched to the front cover of a magazine and my ribs were rattling about my carcass, and i saw my fingers shaking, trembling for your hand to hold to bring me back, i searched the sky for a sign and there was only silence and a soporific suicide drifting in a march hare madness, those empty windows and faces void of you
- Mermaid Motel
- JoinedSeptember 18, 2011
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