Written by Tabalith


From one broken heart to another: 
Bring me back my lover – 
His frozen blood is waiting for me 
Even if he’s too blind to see 

The lakes of his veins are itching 
Under the feet I am bewitching

I flutter for his pumping red 
In the cracks of his lakebed

And dust and oil and sand 
Lick clean my meatless hand 

I look up to the drying clouds 
And your face that it enshrouds

My crackling heart is singing
To you with your eyes stinging

This wasteland has no name
And my despair sets it aflame   

I can’t think of a better place 
To put my lips of haze 
Than on the scar under his blue eye 
Oh goddess – hear my cry

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