My sky’s turned from me and the thin slits of clouds— Bitter blew the wind into my eyes It was you I saw there With your watery eyes and your hands of Ice in me in me all night long. And now you’ve fallen form the sky . The trees reach up to claw your fall To trip you and torment you As the trees They are me. They are me. And maybe that’s me who’s the owl Silent with the roundest eyes Waiting for you to be undone And maybe it’s me who’s the fox Silently roaming scabby city streets Searching for you for you Though I can’t remember your face
Reason for writing:
The death of a tormentor
Birth sign: Cancer
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