"Oh, it never made its way to you, did it?"
A formless shape foments its way into my thoughts and snags at my heart, clawing, choking, snapping at it.
It never made its way to you?
enchanting stars in the heavens pendant; lying on our backs, staring, tracing destinies in the galaxy of the eye
It never made its way to you.
The clearing where we said our pieces has withered with our darkest secrets; the treehouse where we kissed rots.
it never made its way to you
looping back to the tire swing and the merry go round wishing they'd wave
back with the summer breeze, but it's january now
it never made its way to you it never made its way to you it never
chests beating against old wounds we hated to make and hate more to bear, burns that ache long after the fire's gone
hail crashing into the car windscreen like a broken computer drive suite tunneling through my core memories
my soul empires crumble like sandcastles, bruised, tide cometh and taketh away.
"Oh it never made its way to you? That's odd, that's funny."
The words tumbled from my tongue dragging nasty nails across my cheeks.
I hated to spit them out like that, but what's done is held close and despised.
