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Friday, October 19, 2012

Grandmother


Walking in the night
awaken by bees born in starry night
So scared of webs on her breasts
With pink headache
and rainbow behind my eyes
I was wandering in the light that is too bright
Hiding in the inky puddles
that someone threw up
Trying to dance in the place where the ghosts kidnapped my eyes
I missed them like I miss the honey in my coffee
Missed them like the wind lifting my curtains
Like her words saying prayers and curses
When I found them they smelled like caramel
and I could see the place where the fairies cry flowers
And it's always been like she said: Broken glass in the morning, broken heart at night.

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