we
say or do things that are so wrong that there is nothing to forgive. we both know
that no confession will dull its scream. you can only surrender to its monster.
there is no sun big enough to evaporate the wicked sounds or seconds. there is
no sea fresh enough to hide its smell. instead we bet on our death, gulp down
the soot and let our organs go black. sometimes there is no way to turn garbage
into another thing, and all we can do is pray while we dig it’s grave; bury it
in our cherry blood and wait for time to turn it small.
nothing was ever more true!!
ReplyDeleteLike grieving the death of a loved one, you can never get over it, you can only return to it time and again, and over the years, let it stay up there, with all the other memorabilia.
ReplyDeleteHey, there is no perfection.
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