Fill my hands with water
Drenched in all the words
That were spoken by a mother
To a voiceless bird
Steal the night, the hours
With mirrors, & ink unspilt
And all I’ll eat are flowers
And all I’ll taste is guilt
Hidden from the horse’s mouth
Gilded lies fly North to South
And I am not a little girl
But sleeping daisies fill my world
I blow them kisses
But they will not wake
And what’s a curve to a knighted world
What’s a diamond to a sea of pearls
What is coal to eyes that are black
They only see black, she breathes black
So what is black to the stars
Who have long
Turned
Their
Backs?
I'll never tell.
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