(no subject)
I closed my eyes and listened for a sound
but the streets were empty,
Behind my lids were dreams of the suffering
(Our last days filled with news paper cutouts
and pictures of plagues running rampant
with a burning building backset)
But outside them such a stillness
He said he loved me in a low whisper.
Every lover I've ever had said my name with some amount of tragedy and I could never understand why. Such pain in their eyes as they would say, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth," as if things had ended before they began.
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Yet today, my palms flicker with joy at even the slightest of promises as lines of love, life and death branch off into worlds unknown. They continue I imagine, off the map of my body, perhaps to be found on someone elses.
I remember the nights I could only wait and hope for a shooting star.
I live in these dreams.
but the streets were empty,
Behind my lids were dreams of the suffering
(Our last days filled with news paper cutouts
and pictures of plagues running rampant
with a burning building backset)
But outside them such a stillness
He said he loved me in a low whisper.
Every lover I've ever had said my name with some amount of tragedy and I could never understand why. Such pain in their eyes as they would say, "Elizabeth, Elizabeth," as if things had ended before they began.
----
Yet today, my palms flicker with joy at even the slightest of promises as lines of love, life and death branch off into worlds unknown. They continue I imagine, off the map of my body, perhaps to be found on someone elses.
I remember the nights I could only wait and hope for a shooting star.
I live in these dreams.