Fell in my eyes :: SOTD


“Fell in love in California,
she blew my mind.
She shot me down with her revolver,
she got me high.”

never love a writer
by me

these final pages fall
like torn leaves from spring trees
pulled before their time

but I prefer rough drafts
before the red ink dagger
slashes marks at my side

of the story

the antagonist angles for purchase
of the perpetual victim
the girl with a cupcake grin

she paper cuts with precision
bleeding down sewer drains
until only the ocean knows

your last name

Yellow Brick Road :: Angus & Julia Stone

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