this past, becomes elegy

[evilkate]

I wrote this an age ago, so it does NOT relate to me so much now - just one of my favourite writes is all.

this past, becomes elegy
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vacant and small,
she finds no time for sad songs
in July


the fiction
facedown-


this close to the sun
each beautiful girl is a graveyard,


the past's little deaths mourned
in each


as pieces scattered
dust to dust


while the priests & midwives
say nothing








Kate Out

Comments

[nico-rebelcat.livejournal.com]

Your poems are as lovely as always :).

I saw your PM all too late. I was cooking at the time.
I miss our talks too. It's not your fault that I'm a bit quiet in chat. The time when you are in chat, we usually cook dinner. And right now I'm a bit exhausted due to work. But stay around and I'll come back to you ;).

*hugs*