Rolling in my hands stuck
Underneath my toes;
Veins circumnavigating and
Living in a song
With seven little notes
That skip each fourth
Unnecessary beat,
For each my silver lockets
Clasp a different heart
Weighing like a baby dove
With a scream of this sunrise.
Tag: locket
Overdrive (day 1632)
He’s got a memory that’s eating,
She’s got the car in overdrive.
He’s been on top of execution –
A silver goblet chasing her.
It’s one end into the other
And a sky that fills producer.
He’s been a picture in a locket:
A rebel – swallow hard,
He’s been a reason to escape here,
He’s led the movement from the start.
Escape into pure darkness,
He’s lucky he didn’t start this.
It’s been forever after,
Just like it’s from the start.