We'll Make Headlines

February 19, 2008
Tighten your lips,
Don’t sing tonight.
Just cry dear.
Your taste of dry splinters.
An cry of glass.
Both Eyes may bleed,
But hearts drain forever,
With a beat between the drags.

Bones thin as hair.
Stand up, straighten your back.
A spine of needles,
Smoke as thread.
Spin Metal twine up my spine.
Thread my eye lids.
Pluck the lashes.

Heart full of smoke.
Maybe this time,
We’ll make headlines.

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