I carved myself upon your bones
in the dark
while you were sleeping, and now
they know my name  
I can feel you across the windswept plains
and miles of turbulent oceans  
my psyche hanging in the nimbus
above your rain soaked landscape  

Your last words echoed
their “fuck you” through the atmosphere
and shattered my mirror into ice  
to melt upon this red dirt panorama  
a mock sacrifice to the earth  
not written in blood  
Older, and further away  
the oceans melt unseen  
crashing icebergs into the blue  
Somewhere there is a tsunami  
with your name upon its lips  
willing to scale mountains  
and flood valleys  
for a taste of your flesh  
that’s always screamed discordant music
out among the stars  
in the hope that someone  
would call you home from hell  
When you turn to face the moon  
my voice is just a whisper on the dying wind of this storm  
© Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 3rd Jan 2014
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