the key got lost

 

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wake wake wake little bird
you've pecked through her soul
and she is bleeding all over the balcony

this is what makes her dizzy
and now the wolves have smelled her blood

she will be gone soon
and so will he
but at least she always knew she was ephemeral
he think he's concrete
(and she knows concrete sinks)

so down down down he will sink
and she will not cry for him anymore because she is desert dry
bone dry
white washed and curled up

goodbye driftwood
goodbye straining, exhausted love
goodbye scratchy sand

you will not be missed
(yes you will)

 

 

 

 

 

photo and poem © jameerin 2011