I
nail my hair to the floor
whisper
through the strands
do you hear me tonight?
shoot me a sign because
I lift you up
I lift you up
until you are the
highest
I
cast you you take flight
into
this
deconstructing night
rain
shining hammers
down
upon
my head
dead memories I
scatter
on your altar
like lilies
resurrected
for
you I know of fires
around my eyes
they burn
they bring me
here with
crooked fingers
I shoot you higher
count the nails tumbling from
my
hands
you forgot me left me here
a thousand angels with
tar-pitched wings
they drag me to
this precipice
call me fool to my face
as you bury me like a stick
after you have broken off the buds
but still I pray to you
through the ravaged ends of
my hair
the floorboards
hear
pity me
Wow. Dark but gripping!
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