love is all there is...

Counterfeit Yesteryear
10:18 a.m. || 2003-01-10
She buttoned up her sheepskin coat

And stepped into the day,

Yesterday.

She pondered life,

And pricked her finger on the

Broken china that littered her steps.

Death was at her door

And yet her laughter

Rang like silver bells

Lighting a dark dark conduit.



The coat was heavy, thick:

A corpse she pulled around her,

Yesterday.

She wrapped herself

And battered her feet on the

Lies and limbo that dusted her fences.

Life was on a stake at the gate.

And yet her bawls

Echoed like an endless canyon

Inking the light light vista.



The skin she laid to rest;

A dead thing flee�d into the night,

Yesterday.

She freed herself

And shattered her head on the

Feral caprice that draped her fireplace.

Between was slinking in through a trapdoor

And yet her roars

Fell silent as vast emptiness

Hiding a hollow hollow crypt.





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