The stars are grasping out for me
Sparkling fingertips tracing my palm
Midnight plummets all around
Crashing and pooling at my
Feet
Knees
Hips
The pull of the stars won’t save me
Grains of sand and sea salt
Pile like an hour glass at my
Feet
Knees
Hips
Until I’m drowning.
Tongue dry as bone
I suck in a lungful of dirt.
Six feet under, this wooden box
Creaks with decrepit laughter.
Try to speak, only dust billows out
From my sandpaper lips.
Calls of mourning rocks and moaning trees above
Wishing for the same thing as I.
That I had let the stars save me
Sparkling fingertips tracing my palm
Midnight plummets all around
Crashing and pooling at my
Feet
Knees
Hips
The pull of the stars won’t save me
Grains of sand and sea salt
Pile like an hour glass at my
Feet
Knees
Hips
Until I’m drowning.
Tongue dry as bone
I suck in a lungful of dirt.
Six feet under, this wooden box
Creaks with decrepit laughter.
Try to speak, only dust billows out
From my sandpaper lips.
Calls of mourning rocks and moaning trees above
Wishing for the same thing as I.
That I had let the stars save me
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