domingo, 16 de febrero de 2014

everything that could or could not have been *

my tongue is lost.
last time I saw her she was taking off on a cloud.
I could see her waving at me
(or maybe not)

my tongue and I no longer exist together
she's gone for good.

bye bye, tongue.

*(this comes from a vision of my tongue flying away. She had wings that were white and big. It was dark, but I could see the milky way.)