Weaving in the Dark

[februarious]

It all came gushing out…

A strong and steady flow

of all the years I tucked beneath

a blanket made of woe.

And though they hardly spilled,

I’m sure I didn't know

the drops that sailored down my cheeks

would never ever go!

I knew him like a verse

tattooed across my bones,

his words would charge and bruise my flesh:

a hurricane of stones!

I wish I could have said

by means of sighs and moans,

he never fucked me quite as right

as did the tailor, Jones!

And now I'm all alone

curved inside his eye

Good-bye, good-bye,

good-bye, good-bye!


Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye!