Collapsing
I'm thinking about making a podcast, eventually. Tell me what you think.
Glass eyes
Fixed on the horizon
They don’t let her speak
Her mind.
She’s running in overtime
And lost
In the moment.
Words fly through her lips
Like sticks of dynamite
That strike him
And make him bite his lip in
Pain and perfection.
She’s speaking to him
Her words of wisdom
And he thinks that she’s lying
Because he has yet
To understand.
Quiet words
Quiet moments,
Let her think
Of her perfect collapse,
Dry her tears
Fix her makeup,
It won’t stop her from lying awake.
And he whispers in her ear about fairytales
And hopes that it will stop her
From giving up.
Too late boy,
She’s already fallen.
Too late boy,
She’s already dead.
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I would love to see this in
I would love to see this in a podcast.
"And he whispers in her ear about fairytales
And hopes that it will stop her
From giving up." Impressive.
Try removing "they" in the third line, though, I think it's unnecessary.
:)SnowStars