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@jawh
I am tethered, towed
through the dark night waters
by a crystalline yacht
named The Apple.
My rowboat is an appleseed,
cobbled together from
wrecked masts and torn
sails.
She drags me along
in her wake, ever waking
never resting, lest I miss
the tether snapping and
a long drift into darkness.
Perhaps it would be better
to sail alone on my appleseed,
drink cider made from seawater
and list into insanity. Perhaps I should
cut the tether, fade The Apple
from my eye, and embrace
the long dark
on the mirror still deep water.
You touched
every part of my heart,
played it's strings
to a heavy metal melody.
You turned around, plucked
every chord until those strings
broke, left traces of lead in my aorta
left my ventricles laced with steel,
I want a soft heart again.
Come back and strip the iron
from my chest, play my heart strings
a little softer, let my love play along
in time, do no break my strings again.
I built a bridge
from limestone and clay,
and watched as the tide
washed it away. I built
a house, a garden by the bay,
you did not love
my unsprouted marigolds,
you did not grow anything
in my garden beds.
I scorched the soil, I tilled
the earth, and spread salt.
I teared down the walls of the home
that I built until the waves broke
and washed it away.
Dream
Floating, like a dream, only not a dream. Maybe a nightmare.
Storms brew in distant lands, to tell me I'm in a heart load of trouble again. If it bends I will bend. If it breaks, Even a crack, Shatter.
Rough seas and Earthquakes. Falling. Falling.
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