Keep Art Alive :: “The Veil” :: Art by Kelly Haigh
Vows and Vines
Within the confines of a happy ending,
there are weather worn pages,
things that will be thrown in the air,
into the fire,
used as a slap stain lullaby
The blemish of love leaves a mark,
branded promises and self starvation,
count the rib cage ladder,
your default switch,
she sure sings pretty,
swallowing last Winter’s snow.
All the while he leads the razor blade parade.
We are all still topsy-turvy,
a jump and swing all sewn in,
to how we breathe and sleep.
A ring on her finger,
a noose around her neck,
they don’t make a pill for this.
They don’t make a word for this.
Somebody That I Used to Know :: Gotye, featuring Kimbra