your words poke my heart
with the precision
of a needle
and I try to swat away
your lies
the way a horse swats away
flies
my body is made of bricks now
I've rebuilt what you broke
there will be no more tears
from these eyes
with the precision
of a needle
and I try to swat away
your lies
the way a horse swats away
flies
my body is made of bricks now
I've rebuilt what you broke
there will be no more tears
from these eyes
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aesythe
Jul 12, 2018
Creepy and sad and beautiful. Did you have that old phrase, "Cross my heart and hope die, stick a needle in my eye," in mind when you wrote this? I assume so - though I wish it was just slightly more obvious.
I have a bit of an obsession with fiberarts and go to fiber shows whenever I can. This would be beyond cool paired with/as the caption of a visual piece.