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Pouring milk teeth onto a tea cup silence,

rasping over ceramic furroughs -

a harvest of unborn cries -

she shudders into the hollow of a throat 

she can’t escape.

She’s already shrouded, 

tapestries and bed-sheets and fences and 

liquid walls, all white.

Bridal white, white as snow, cold to the touch.

She dreams softly, unassuming,

folded into her wrinkle of universe,

and dabs her weeping wrists with every 

perfume she owns, hoping to reclaim her mind

with the memory-laden scents of what was.

But it all smells the same to her now, 

like steel corridors and hospital-stillness,

and she can’t hide the decay even 

though every mirror in the house is turned 

inside out and left alone to reflect the wall.

She’s nothing now: a final breath 

a kiss no one remembers,

a candle with a millimeter wick and no matches.

She’s imprisoned in one strand of mercury hair, torn and 

bleeding around her finger,

and set free in that instant where vanilla tears swell

with his image on her face.

She held him for so long, but she’s on her knees

begging for more.

Inspiration: Pearl Jam's Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town
                  "Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a 

                    Deceased Love Permeate his senses."
                                    -Conor Jordan

Copyright © Hana Ryusaka

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  1. Date: 9/8/2009 12:51:00 PM
    The verse above is your usual spoil us by make us think it's as easy as breathing and we know it's not. So how does a Bolivian sound speaking english or the slang of her country area or time? Light & Love Always