lemonade II
lost access to the lemonade account for some reason so I’ll be posting/reposting here
lemonade II
lost access to the lemonade account for some reason so I’ll be posting/reposting here
lost access to the lemonade account for some reason so I’ll be posting/reposting here
lost access to the lemonade account for some reason so I’ll be posting/reposting here
there’s a shovel in my hands
and grass stains on my knees
I’m going out digging
(I’m going out burying)
the moon is high in the sky
and low in the dewdrops,
there are crickets singing in the grass
(they don’t know what I’ve done)
I dug a hole six feet deep,
with crickets the only sound,
and I buried you there
(I buried you there)
there by the old oak swing,
there by the dried-up creek,
there wh...
you are a god and they will follow you anywhere
you are Apollo and you have traded your bow and your golden crown for a knife and a mean right hook
your ichor splatters against concrete and brick in back alleyways because it’s the only time you feel divine again
there are stars in your eyes and you see olympus when your vision goes white, asphodel in stolen and unearned moments of rest
(olympu...
there’s an angel on earth (an impartial observer)
come to witness the folly of humanity
to watch, unsleeping, unbreathing, unliving
(it forgets itself)
it sees the dapple of light through leaves and the rippling of fresh river water and (it forgets itself).
it goes to sleep.
she wakes up to an unbearable weight.
the world itself sits on her chest and calls her to the stand,
in a court of outdate...