I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I think it's because that's what you were.
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
we're
two teenagers who don't look when we pass in the hall
don't talk, speak, breathe when the other is near
hidden away in our little spheres
You were a childhood fantasy and now you are gone
and I think that's better for us
because I miss you like I miss my childhood and good God,
I never want to be a child again.
Irritation bubbles and boils and brews,
bakes into the stomach lining,
infects the red flesh with greenish hues
it works its way up and up,
malady clambering, climbing
toward the beating hub
Pandora's box held Despair
it held the fated end,
humanity held in a snare
of their own offends
but after the release,
in the box remained
a single little spirit
This is the opening sequence/prologue to my Orpheus and Eurydice rewrite (partially inspired by Hadestown with the tracks and all but I have never seen the musical) in 1860s cowboy Texas!
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A lovely piece
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