Sunday, March 11, 2012

"as i sit there mending clothes you will never, ever wear"

heartbreak is sweet like flutes
it feels old,
when i feel it,
numbing my slack feet
contorting in my little chest
i feel like a thousand brown haired women
one hundred thousand brown haired girls
who were left alone
looking 'round, and
starved

eating clay, and calling it bread

1 comment:

String Trees said...

best last line, but im very sure you already know this

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