Monday, September 21, 2015

i shut the door on a
friend and girlfriend of a friend.
there is a woman who still haunts my lips and she makes the shutters shake 
and house groan too loud 
to hear any other voices. 
i have had blood on my hands, 
but it is not inside of my mouth anymore.
the words do not stain the table but rather
chapped lips like desert floors, trying
to find water,
trying to find the Northern Star,
trying to find water, a place that feels
like home, i am utterly and completely 
lost, still, turning sentences into mile markers, trying to find
water, i don't remember what my legs look like without bruises,
wandering towards the shadow of the Northern Star, hoping
it leads to the ocean. 

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