22/01/2011

Selfish Accumulations

she could tell you
how the moon wore the badge of loneliness
radiating silver haze
that drew away from its pull
occupying the atmosphere instead
a naked orb shining its solitude
on the world

faces bathed in delicate beams
entwining around their thoughts
purifying expectations
and dulling their self loathing

instead she would tell you
her words chipped imperfections out of her skin
she laid them out for the Ravens
her thoughts would never be real
they were the foil
around your pills
warning against overdoses
she had cut out the heart of her reality
and ate it

choking on the ink that defined her
she spat creation

the world just told her to get cleaned up