Killing Moon (after Echo and the Bunnymen)

Like we wait for each
syllable to form in our mouths
wait upon the tongue.

Deliberate breathing
a metaphor for fooling feeling.
Like lips upon the moon,
a faith in the cadence,
a fate that falls each time.

If I can’t reach you in time
if the answers won’t bleed from the wrists
I don’t know the question.
A little splash in the morning walk
weakening puddles, unfathomed.

The moment cannot be captured
the sky unwilling to part with the color of the day.

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One thought on “Killing Moon (after Echo and the Bunnymen)

  1. She sits there waiting,hating everything she is.He stands there pacing,loving everything she was.She comes home and cuts,remembering being called a slut.He stands in her window crying,to see her wrists bleeding.He runs in to save her,she rushes out to hide.She runs in the closet and pulls out a gun,he opens the closet to see that his true love is done!

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