the secret language of crickets

Thursday, September 11, 2008

get in my bed, i wanna kill you

tell me how that concrete tasted digging into your bones
an elixer of blood and teeth
that house is alive
it breathes and whispers and you creep down hallways
for you my heart unfurls like a flag
for you i have hurricanes in the back of my mind
thunder bursting in my spine, floodgates in my eyes.
when it comes down to it
i guess we'll just wait and see
hung my heart on a hook and threw it out to sea...

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