My mouth opened with the flare of my nose
My nose closed with the fall of my chest
My chest rose in time with my knee
My knee left a rose on my thigh
Movements may never lie.
My eyes would not believe my bones
My bones disagreed with my skin
My skin fell in love with my hair
But my hair was cut and left in the sink
Whilst I remained on the brink.
1 comment:
i love east of eden.
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