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i would burn even your ashes if i had them in my palms
by Wendy Geal
When I kissed you, I felt my pulse move like a mad quake
the nightbirds song did me over with a perfect warmth
but your absence has stripped her of her delicate song
she is ravenous now, I feel her sweet rage sparking with an orange fire
kissing the air with soft black and perching on the depths of my ire
I wreck all of this tenderness I long to cross out, I want it to
Go crashing into you , so that you can taste her hex- song
I want it to blaze into your ears so loud that it becomes
the death of you. I hate
the stars when I am black inside
I swallow them to light me up. But failure.
they burn me to ash.
08/10/2004 Author's Note: a hex to heartbreakers
Posted on 08/10/2004
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Geal
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