Slice the last strand
as the wind blows
against the black,
velvet string.

Silver melts in,
and I can find
more hope in the
lining.

But my world
seems to melt.
As the seams
become more clear
with each taste.

I flicker as the
stars burn all around me.
I hope and wish
that my soul can
explode amongst them.

Only to glimmer and fade.

05/16/2010

Posted on 05/16/2010
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