The Knife

by Abbya

We are no longer meeting with admirations and love
Chained birds in the tall grass sigh and resolve 

Love's tombs bear festering questions and deleted faces 
Bullet shattered names, accumulations and broken laces

Lost faces, bent hearts, sulking silhouettes, stems dangerous 
Run and magnify anxieties and miracle of the risen Lazarus

Time rakes dead leaves, sea flowers, and hanging shrubs 
And knifes the softest portions of reclining shores, suburbs 

Love unwinds like snake sunbathing in the plains,
Warmed by tomorrow tears, songs and poisoned grains

These days of hanging darkness and restless snakes
Hearts prepare love like death day soups and cakes 

The Knife by Abbya

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