A Response for Miss Crowit’s the wings i said as i handed you the scissors i’m sewn into this dress …help me out here? i shift my weight from foot to foot upon the sun-warmed wooden porch floor pretending to stand still while you go about dropping faded roses and tapestry as you prune me raising the (ever) obliging arm (and when was i ever obliging?) polishing thoughts i shared with no &nbsA Response for Miss Crow
In Piodaoin Piódão they paint the doors blue for silence they paint them blue for solitudeIn Piodao
in the mountains no one can find you
and whisper evil stories in your ear
that bring the tears at night
and rips the heart out of you in Piódão you are safe
in Piódão the days go by the same as the slate shingles on every roof hard and cold, but a protection against the north wind the mountain holds you in the crook of her arm and will not let you go your heart is safe with her
in Piódão in the quiet early morning hours you hardly dare to breathe and
ColdI'm trying to analyze it rationalize it tryin' to make it all come out right. But my fingers have all grown colder now And, baby, I can't make myself move from here. Maybe I was never meant to leave.Cold
I've noticed that my breaths are shallow Desire has left me hollow I think my heart's about to stop. Still I can't make my limbs move And, baby, my legs aren't right. Maybe I won't ever be free.
Something about all this scares me I don't think I'm ready. It's a sickening change of pace. Focusing on my last breath And, baby, I know I'm all
it's crinoline, carolinetoday,it's crinoline, caroline
you are miss crow, knock-kneed
in a dress hewn from that horrid
coral-green floral couch and i should like to think you have emerald eyes peering thru
beer-bottle oculars
the writing on my fathers handtwelve coins, dropped in the snow, metal clinking against frozen ground, my father looked at me and said nothing extending his hand for me, mittens wrapped in his great grasp, we left the coins for springthe writing on my fathers hand
One does nothing but follow the heart's desires north, south, east, and west. There is no affair that will not be successful. The traveler will not yet arrive. Illnesses will be cured. The --- says
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New beginings..
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Check out my store at [link] You'll find things from my gallery in there.
As Above, So below
The more you do it, the more you can do it, regardless of what it is.
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