Hannah Flowersthe lonely little spider
that lives between the frames
of the two doors in the corner
the lonely little wires
that live inside your heart
waiting for just one spark
the wiry hairs from my head
that live underneath your hat
golden blonde juxtaposing black
and like the spider,
my hairs follow you home
find their way between the cracks
and you find them on your pillow
and the wires feel less lonely
with a fire starter on hand
and i will live on your nightstand
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh