Only hollow things drown

Oh no, I have died again.

My body is breaking down
inside the hallow ground
I can feel the soil,
clogging up my lungs
and turning my heart to gold.

I don’t know who killed me;
this time.
He was a coward, I imagine.
Who stabbed me in the back
then sent my mind below

Dying is a crime
i’m well versed in.
I fell down and down
and over and over.

I hadn’t yet chose which way to die
not like before.

I found a bottle filled
like a rattle toy,
I had as a child
it emptied in minutes,

Then He revived me and
like Cain I killed him.

My hands now moving,
my blood is boiling,
my fingers print clawing up,

wasting a life.

Our synapses are hopeful,
pulling me into the air.
I rose up,
saw the trees
covered in blood
And walked away.

Don’t you worry, I will die again.
But that time better
More beautiful and
romantic.
Fall into the water and hopefully
the lonely moon won’t bring me back

again.

Glass Shards

She strayed from the sea shore,
that she was told to stay by
as a child
And looked for a single glass shard,
on an endless beach of sand,
cutting her feet bare with glitter.

The night came through,
like an eclipsing sun
and moonlight cried on her,
while she sat and stared
at the dead stars in the broken sky;
they faded as the memory of the
implosiasions that happened light years ago
finally caught up with them.

The ones left
formed together, made a person.
A girl so brave,
all the knights on the round table
would bow down to her.
So ferocious and fantastically clever,
that all the men in the land
would pray at her alter,
and such a Daisly dreaming beauty,
that all the eyes in the word
will come and desire.

Right there and then
the girl staring up in the dancing sky
fell in love right there and then
with a girl
that she was yet to become.