Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message from Writer

sometimes i think i shape the words.
sometimes i think they shape me.

persephone

July 15, 2019


verse one
the trees hold us there
your skin bare on black oak
every fir outstretched 
cavernous, bridal
the conifers call out 
as birds fill the air,
forked tails, tongued
flute songs and love
get lost in the woods
just to hear you again

chorus
'cause maybe the world is ending
like every root bends
i slipped on your stare
and the memory of faces on hands
catches me, splits me
baby, we're bucks
hooves on moons
antlers curled
dancing in the dusk
kiss me, hold me
carve a grove for us
baby, love me, love me
'cause the ghosts aren't enough

verse two
nursing my wounds
sap in spit, tears on leaves
autumn rough as rust
i cut 
the rot of breaking up
shedding the seeds
as sakura, cherry pink
rings on rings, memories
everything you gave me
fallen, weeps

chorus two
'cause maybe the world is ending
like every root bends
i slip on your stare
and the fade of faces 
folding the air
baby, we were bucks
thin and skinless
antlers curled
dancing in the dusk
kiss me, hold me
baby, love me, love me
'cause the ghosts aren't enough

verse three
freedom whistles
between trees
pine and catkin, dark evergreen
snow floods my lungs
and i can't breathe
scarring the bark 
all the world sleeps
as
my underworld parts
like persephone
i leave me.

outro
the wildflowers flare
under summer
i walk in the wind
husks of hearts
buried here,
my branches breach the canopy
birch and bracken, bow
your axe buries deep
but i can’t feel it
i have fought the thunderstorm
so what are you, baby?
a shadow, a flood?
a face i’ve forgotten 
someone i once loved
 

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