Watercolour Sun // With Every Dress

Woke up in the middle of the night felt it coming on half dead and sunk in dreams of a watercolour sun I felt the shape of my room change I felt my head hit the floor Woke up in the middle of the night Noticed something wrong Dropped dead into a dream of a watercolour sun I felt the shape of the world change I felt its smoke in my pores I felt the looming burn of high acidity I had been here before Sun pierced through the middle of my back cracked between the blades New forms and hollow bones breaking through the skin I felt the shape of my heart change My pupils split into four, and as my teeth fell out, I lost the will to speak Somehow I needed this more. With every dress she wears a black flower Pale hands beckon for her down at the shore With every step, the silence gets louder with the weight of a mountain, the height of a tower She tells me that it's hard, it aches to the bone She came home today to an empty house alone Going through his things like sorting through stones Shells at the beach, artifacts at home Poring over papers with the patience of a scholar His old jacket pocket hides six hundred dollars A german folding knife A space-age pen Mechanic's tie clip from way back when An old wooden pipe, don't remember when he smoked A token from the fifties, she cries over the phone The moon beats down on the roofs of homes The mist makes it quiet and the fires burn low She doesn't fall asleep, it aches to the bone Half a heart gone and never more alone Moonlit trees line the shore and starlight falls through gaps in the boughs Aching feet on the stones there under the stars, she isn't alone Shallows harden to glass Where water is clear She walks in the open And every light in the sky, moving farther apart gives way to gold