Soft Self Calcify   

The best thing I can do for you is break my pen

You withered
Signed away your dusty soul

I felt my way back to you through instrumental silences
But it has not been enough

Your candy shell was flooded in a glass of effervescent pop
And you have known us vultures

Inside open

Day doors creaking will wake you
And I will find it hard to love your canyon brain
A thick piece of meat
Already picked over

Your waking senses will put on backward armor
I’ll rush out
Take what I can

I will not become trapped inside the locket around your neck
As you lay quiet
And allow your soft self to calcify

 

© 2007 Corine Demas