‘Wet’
Agitated light bouncing off the water
Gleam in the eyes of nobody’s daughter
The message in her face isn’t what it seems
Basking in the center of a lucid dream
Feigning ignorance as her expression goes dark
Hiding the tension in her arched back
Her parted lips want to tell her story
Body drowning in other glory
Broken
Your name’s on the edge of my lips.
There’s a pressure in my fingertips.
I can’t breathe with my lungs pressed tight.
Being blinded by the screaming light.
I’m tempted by material things.
Slowly cutting off my wings.
Using glitter to dress my wounds.
I’ll be broken well and soon.
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Julian Vector
