Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sts. Teresa and Sanchia

this world exists as two hearts

cooked quietly until they are just


their suns are clouded over, while

yellow pools sit patiently waiting

to break open.

they whisper to me in my sleep.

get married. take a ring and let it

carry you away.

this feels like a fable,

but has too many dark corners

and doors with no knobs to turn,

no way out.

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