As She Lay Dying - Poem by Sarah Hardin
I know you because we have shared,
blood, years, and surname.
I hold you bareback and alone as
we rode hightale winds, we have sacrificied
mascara tears in the name of hope.
I just want us to be whole again,
but we are a broken song
that plays a wretched haunted melody.
This antique tragedy to be a women
a sheep in wolves teeth.
Howling at the battlehorn!
Emotion sexposed like a live cable wire.
I want to take you home, to a place
where there are no more broken promises,
to steal our brittle bones.
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