• String
    Weave my eyes into place
    With dainty digression twisting
    Sowing merciful signs brightening dank corners
    Heritage blood still waters
    Washed from your filthy hands

    Glossing broken vase shatter
    Trying for a sigh that never comes
    On wind and wing

    Sight molasses pools mirroring movements
    Until unholy taker's boot remains seen
    She washes you with perfume
    Filled kiss

    Imperfect and must wash away
    Constant hand motions pushing soap bubbles
    Imperfect so cleansing may take duty
    Drastically rubbing off scar tissue
    Which attracted maggots
    From the very bone

    Trance beckons future swaying motives
    Moral learns from bent over stem
    Helpless trees surround scenery with broken limbs

    Heartfelt compass leading expeditions
    As sinful motives began poking
    Scorched earth bribing moon for marriage
    Replace black dancing ripples
    Polluted home of dead cancer tar

    Replacing another red string
    Tied into butterfly knots, tightening over pink swell
    The pinky reminder, carrying dead weight guilt
    Covered by two flaps called pocket
    Always and lasting
    Constant nightmares take cover through her eyes
    In numbing repast hidden well