Cotton Candy and GravelA Chapter by YouoweYoupayNow what to believe. Now where to tumble and decease.
Cotton Candy and Gravel
I've cheated My feet thrusting against The pebbles of the crumpling cliff Before my heart cries against me Defying the frosty air Eyes closed and senses Peeled and polished So that I can clearly see I'm falling And the voices of the downhill ghosts Beckon yet another unfortunate soul Unfortunate. Maybe Shaking hands with a Shadow And swapping the kind, soft grey days For the luscious spectrum of a utopia he reflected In the glass frame of my sight I'm falling Faster than the rain And more furious Than the electric blue thunder I'm falling In my hand I had painfully clutched A worn out silver eye frame With a fading blue pupil The more rapidly I dive down The colder my fingertips freeze But the silver eye is melting And I am beginning to forget what it once symbolized I'm falling Now what to believe Now where to tumble and decease
It is beautiful for the moment Despite the anxiety The serenity of seeing nothing But fog and grey-sprinkled cream white The slight rays of the ancient dead sun Seeping through Like a cotton candy That has slipped off Small baby-skin palms Smudged by street gravel And the child's tears I'm falling My breath evading Tearing away from me But my hate Still trickling in streams around my forehead Stitched into a crown of karma That makes my limbs quiver Sickens the pit of my stomach A crown of thorns, needles, And the flesh I impatiently tore off Your neck with my bare teeth. © 2012 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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