Brahms Symphony 4
Through the grass,
Clumsy feet knocking together synonymously. I said goodbye
On your doorstep
For the last time that evening.
Birth of a Monster
of the sky
reflected in murky
green lake water
on the black beach rhythmically,
the way the hands
of a clock moves
everyone hates sarah
the walls bored me.
she bored me.
her eyes were spider leg shadows,
her cheeks hollow with missed dinner.
when i looked at her i saw
a reflection of everything that is
beautifully broken in this world.
i loved her like i loved porcelain.