TheFeatheredSleep – Night not dark enough
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Night isn’t dark enough to cover my shame
How I reveal myself to you from these coils
So long hung to rust with ashy regret of inaction
I once watched my life on the movie screen and when it ended
We all toasted the director, who wrote our existence
On the inside of his scarred wrist.
Do father’s ever know their daughters?
Grown in earth before lightning strike
Do lovers ever desipher the real reason for silence
Resting like a found feather on dusty counter top
So easily blown to floor.
Night isn’t dark enough to cover my need
To emerge un-whole and starving from grief
And feast on you until all blood is drunk.
I grow ill with desire
It boils my want the color of bones found beneath rocks
And thunder reminds me
Without you
I am always
Alone.
Lift me then, into…
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