Castle of Cards
forget forget
don't let this cozy
castle of cards
cave in on me
rain on my parade-
language is built
on charades, empty
molds of words,
cascades of dripping
thoughts. the night
lies heavy & distraught,
confused why it's
always so dark.
(stark dark)
my body is the
mark of the
devil, my soul:
miracle, a complete
act of god.
forgotten forgotten
the earth is
rotten &
covered in dust-
thrust out of the
sky, i ride bareback,
clinging to the
gasping land.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2008
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