Sandy hair coiled coral, combing the marine; a tangled frenzy.
Barren breath like glitzy moth wings, quivering a thousand beats.
Red-raw meat humours a famished mouth,
Gone astray, hailed in the wild.
Sandy hair coiled coral, combing the marine; a tangled frenzy.
Barren breath like glitzy moth wings, quivering a thousand beats.
Red-raw meat humours a famished mouth,
Gone astray, hailed in the wild.
I stagger along the tree-arched footpath; the bronze light through decaying trees no doubt casting cracked contours upon my face. I take a swig from the bottle. I seek the nearest bench and curl up on its mouldy slats. I eye every passing stranger who looks at me with fear and disgust. I must look vile. I abandon the thought and take out the torn notepaper from my pocket; a letter that he’d left upon the kitchen table for me to find, one year ago. I read it for what must be the billionth time; each and every word causing my heart to bleed, my soul to cry.
My dearest Sally,
I spoke with the doctor today. He said I only have three months to live.
I am devastated. I am lost. I need to run.
I cannot let you see me deteriorate every day.
I want you to remember me for who I am.
I am headed to a place far from here; the sea shall wash away the pain.
Please do not look for me.
I will always love you my angel.
Our love will never die.
Smile your beautiful smile, always.
Your husband,
Charlie.
I take another swig from the bottle, close my eyes, and fall into stagnation.
©2012.alittlebirdtweets
From a bird’s-eye view, through an open roof, you’ll glimpse me alone; strumming a guitar, in the attic of a house, in a tired seaside town. I scribble lyrics to melodies; sing to backing tracks of seagulls’ cries; they perfectly mimic the beats of my disjointed heart; the one you nurtured, tasted, threw out to sea.
#Ships they sail away,
The lovers disappear,
They hold on to nothing,
We hold on to fear#
Notepapers escape my hands, as they‘re lifted up to the skies by the salty-air breeze; and I wonder if the Universe will ever hear my love song.
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