Archive | April, 2014

the farewell kiss of the burlap doll

11 Apr

 

the farewell kiss of the burlap doll

 

 

laced with 

quiet feeling

and spiked

with

hypervigilance

and sorrow,

a mist of sorrow,

crawling over

a bed of jagged

emotion,

not sleeping,

but wishing to sleep.

 

a delicate empathy

for an entity

not

quite

corporeal,

not

all the way ethereal,

but all the way

gentle.

a gentle

hardly-moving

doll of rough burlap

and filled with sand.

sand

like thoughts

the thoughts

of a smiling doll

a chelsea grin

stitched into a tiny face

forever,

despite

any razors of regret

or bitter-sweet traumatic crystalline wistful

   harrowing

 mistrust 

that might attempt

to mar it,

or invert

  its cheshire

    curve.

 

dragged

against the

rough edges

of the heart,

silent scrapes and

scratches,

weeping softly

in tiny crimson oceans.

the sea crashing

to the dirt,

inches to fall,

unbearable

to land.

they rest.

they seep

into the depth

of the spongy

soil.

 

spiked

with not quite bitterness,

a widowing

kind of a

mist,

the depth of which

sets your skin

straight-up,

and you watch

with a curious fear,

a disbelief in temporally suspended breaths

as she plummets

 serenely

  into a wrinkle in the

   tepid

 dew,

the sweat

of the night,

she evanesces

like a smothered laugh.

a goodbye tear.

 the farewell kiss

   of the burlap doll.

 

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Fuck. Even I don’t know what this means. Enjoy. Lace it with your own meaning.

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