Tuesday, March 25, 2008

HER LONG SKIRT




His tongue is tied to a thin string.
Pulling gently the last letter he would write to her.

Eat the letter and digest your words.
Enclose your sound of decay.

The string so smooth.
Heavy mind with sound.

Open your mouth and close your eyes
She has a present for you.

Wake her up like you do.

His face tightens expression.
Eyes closing.
Turning thick black.

Open your mouth and close your eyes
I have a present for you.
Concrete heart.

This will lift her up.




Text by: the female zoo

image: my silent muse