#90 (on top throned a petal)

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photo credit: Matthias Geh

noon

was stretching its

pale claws

made of smoke

and exhaustion

I’ve seen

my lover die

under a big, flat tire

cuz’ he tripped on some sleet

his feet caught in a wire

and his head hit the street

how my tears

have grown cold

throughout wanderin’

the valleys of sorrow

how my palms

lost their touch

when I reached for the handle

and relief filled me up

as I crashed

and I shattered

like a cracked, dusty cup

nothing else really mattered

only pain did

remain

broken bones

kept on mending

while the moon

travelled on

no more silly pretending

he was lost

he was gone

watched the snow

paint some flowers

with a brush made of cold

and my sister

came by

and her eyes looked so old

… 

she  had brought me

a biscuit

and on top throned a petal

from a yellow-red rose

 my tongue still  tasted metal

but sweetness touched my nose

oh the smile that was spreading

when my teeth

broke the dough

and just then I was letting

all the misery go


*18th December 2016

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