I have seen his eyes for a thousand years painting pictures of my broken heart with ink from his tears
His eyes they watch me
from the edge of the cobalt water where the tree grows with rotten apples that hang
I stand plucking dead lilys from a cracked mason jar
surrounded by twisted limbs
naked and starving waiting for him to return
My mind goes back to trash can memories of my the bird that died her skull broken like an egg
Thoughts crush my bones as I drink its rubbish
Lying still in the tall grass my lace dress in bunches around my waist I lie thinking of him smearing my red lipstick
©dhyana
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