August

Wrists missing watches,
Clocks stopped ticking.
Way past midnight &
I can’t stop cheating
Dreams from being dreamed.
That never ending spiral
I thought could be beaten.
Dragging. Drowning. Drifting.
Meet auld white current,
Vanished lies laid against
D’s crumbled Burren.
Be.
Be.
Be.
Did I loved thy?
Keep drawing smoke tales
over your chest pain
In suicidal attempts of turning your
Blackmailed heart into a fist.
Words? You mean this?
Oh boy! I hoped you knew better
For the sake of your own feathers
About to burn up in flames.

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Picture: Musée du Louvre, Paris (2013)