Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Edward Hopper's Reclining Nude

I watched the figurine dance in the flames
Felt the 4am raindrops wet my bed
I ran after you in a hollow tunnel
Watched you pass out on the floor
to cries of
'you don't understand, you don't understand, you just don't understand'
The scratches on the surface
multiply every day
I'm trying to clean clean clean all this blood off my hands
as I stare at
Everything is getting darker
and deeper
I want to kill myself when you cry, I say.

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