waking up poem

[__serpentine__]

she speaks in beautiful ink
spills onto the page
stains the space between sighs
days apart and counting
she wakes from beautiful dreams
spills into the morning
searching for the words whispered
to her there
only in her sleep, is her tongue cut
from the reigns tied by sunlight
shamed by day
shines by night

Comments

[degram]

ooooh. i like this. this is shivery-making.

[strangefolk7]

lovely angela,
this is melissa (enidenvy/aum_tara).
this is my new journal that im only telling a few people about.