By a string, by a string
October 18, 2010 § Leave a comment
Cast off, oh good love, oh God, oh good grief. Cast off.
It’s just that I think. I think it might be too late. I might be too late.
I hear only my heart like a horse, thundering from here like a child from a house on fire.
For your eyes burn into my back, and blacken my spine.
Cast off, oh God, cast off.