"The Mourning After"


The earth wept with me
the mourning after you
The window saw clearly
before I got the view
 
This dark, counter glow
of paper cuts
from your love notes
 
Mother and father 
still write to ask how you are
Their wounded daughter writes
secrets of her scars
 
Teeth by the handful
in broken porcelain dreams
Birds by the mouthful
and silent screams
 
Went home to the sands
the wind speckled me dry
I said "Momma I loved a man"
and my mother told me to cry
 
She held me like a martyr
waves mending my sores
I tried to breath underwater
until I couldn't anymore
 
Burn away this home I made
Far away the war became
We were ghosts until today
It held me close and begged me to stay
 
A doe with the daisies
a doe on the side of the road
Her mind getting lazy
A world that's deaf to her moans
She waited, dreadfully
for him to put an end to her misery
 
Burn away this home I made
Far away the war became
We were ghosts until today
It held me close and begged me to stay
 
 
and the city keeps spinning 
as we're dancing alone
and all the music getting real...
slow
 

 

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