Silas Thorne
01-17-2009, 03:47 AM
...Those words sprang out
Like bubbled laughter with no place to burst
When walking did we ask for you?
Racing back to eat our souvlaki
Selfishly you mocked our footfalls
With murmurings.
We have no pencil, thieving ghost!
Your precious tale tongue
bleeding and drying,
drifting into silence.
And only we scream.
Like bubbled laughter with no place to burst
When walking did we ask for you?
Racing back to eat our souvlaki
Selfishly you mocked our footfalls
With murmurings.
We have no pencil, thieving ghost!
Your precious tale tongue
bleeding and drying,
drifting into silence.
And only we scream.