Jun 13
The Words, (Or, Goddamn Beauty)
She saw the tall willow and started crying, my friend who’s ice-blue eyes never shed tears. I guess there was just too much Goddamn beauty in that old tree, or loneliness, or both.
I knew the words to unlock the locks. I slit her throat where her tears fell, said the words. Beautiful nightmares came.
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Loneliness and beauty both could trigger the tears….very moving….
I’ve missed your voice