Musings by The Poet Loriet
disconnected
floating
pitch black
unattached
to anyone
anything
blurry
unfocused
unreachable
no shepherd's hook
to embrace my ribcage,
squeeze out liquid death
and float me to
warm pink lips,
oxygen.
I drown
in a watery grave
with no one
to hear
the little lamb
scream.
Float roses upon
the crimson waves
and remember
where your lips were at,
where your heart lay...
at the time of death.
11:52 p.m.
Lori Beal
9/23/03
pitch black
unattached
to anyone
anything
blurry
unfocused
unreachable
no shepherd's hook
to embrace my ribcage,
squeeze out liquid death
and float me to
warm pink lips,
oxygen.
I drown
in a watery grave
with no one
to hear
the little lamb
scream.
Float roses upon
the crimson waves
and remember
where your lips were at,
where your heart lay...
at the time of death.
11:52 p.m.
Lori Beal
9/23/03
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