Nov 7, 2015
i woke up and had an idea so @katadesis ur welcome xoxo
you take the blades to the river and you try to wipe them clean.
you take your hands to the river but they are shining always shining, trembling.
you take the boy to the river, but his eyes don’t crack.
you take your love to the river, over and over, like a mourning mother carries the body of a dead son.
you take your eyes to the river, and you wash them in blood.
you say, i am sorry, and i wish it hadn’t been this way.
you take your son to the river, but his eyes don’t crack.
