s a t a r u c c t i i (shunia) wrote,
s a t a r u c c t i i
shunia

Confessions from a postcard


it's not to stop the tears from gushing out.
sometimes the blood pounding in the folds
of quiet lids can astound a moment
of passion - in its full bloom.

all the nights i close my eyes,
it's easier to gaze into your own blinking
lights of universe, traverse in your own
darkness. My swirling, glittering abyss
is much more familiar than your touch.

and

in the mornings when i pull my hat
over my eyes, it's just so i can stop and immediately
hide behind the angry burgundy
that threatens to spill my guts unless
i lie about loving you.

-j.
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