As the dripping drops of deception came and left, like snowflakes on a mission to fall and melt against our warm flesh, through enlightenment and inspiration she did love as if he, and only he, was all that had remained in her heart.
To drown in endless - and drops of Jack trickling down her throat, into the dwelling soul she’d burdened her and I and you with - she held to such an impossible insecurity that everything was pulling and pushing to the tips of her fingers as they had once and finally slipped through the spaces he had unknowingly filled.
Her breath too short and hard to seem alright, as her heart craddled itself to watch the silent silhouettes peering in the window, she tossed and turned and sweat through the nights in hopes he’d once more be there to start her heart in the middle of failing, to watch as she’d died to peacefully on the bed where they’d once layed as one, in one, to love one - and forever.
She’d woken to a gasp from what had seemed almost eternally void, to an empty heart and sheets she could hardly not bare the thought of this life nor any other - awakening silently up top the bridge, leaning to the wind with bruised and beaten flesh pushing against the rails. ‘This is demand and conquer, let freedom fill my wings, and rain cover my tears, for I’ve nothing left to dread.’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem