Mara's Death by Fetish: Crevices

Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Crevices


You climbed the wall
and I was there
building castles
of bricks

"They're nothing
but sand" you say

as waves drew in
the fortress
I built
towards the
ocean

You were sunshine;
omnifiscent
stirring
currents
inside
hollow bones

Until
you
were
drenched
in the landfill
that was me.

You found out,
that there was
nothing there.

N o t h i n g 
to keep you
warm, under
white sheets

n o t h i n g
but maps
and footsteps
left
by
strangers.

N o t h i n g
but detours
and connecting
flights

N o t h i n g
but a closet
full of shells
of
past lovers


Gradually,
and then all at once
                                   You left.


not even a whisper
no,
not even a goodbye.

I
wonder how you are
gradually less often
and one day
you will be left
in the crevices of my mind;
collecting dust.




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