Waiting

The clock on the mantel goes tick tack tick tack
And Evie’s steps in the corridor make click click clack
And when Evie’s heeled legs at last enter the room
The clock turns to be Big Ben and goes boom boom

Evie brings close her face, eyes craters in a moon,
Evie says: what you’re at would you stop it useless ghoul
Evie says: look at yourself, thinly smiles then scowls
And I hide under my bed and try to growl

Evie laughs silver laugh Evie shows me a bone
Might be it’s my own arm cut off dried hard as stone
And I shake my head or the place where it was,
Go deeper under bed and tear out floorboards

Where’s my underground where I’m still who knows
Where is that dark water where wild roses grow
I crouch to find their smell, but it’s just rot and dust
And Evie mocks me and says: you never learn to trust

Evie says: suit yourself, and kicks the bed
Evie takes away the bone Evie says: you’re sad
Evie says: you don’t know true meaning of love
And me, I wait and wait and wait until it’s quiet above

Until it’s quiet above until room is Evieless
Until the only sound is my own breath
Until dark water of my eyes rises rises overflows
Until through what’s left of me wild roses shoot and grow

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* it wasn’t going to be a song at all, and yet somehow. here ya go

** I wanted to credit the art a.k.a find out who took that photo, and yet somehow. here ya go.

(Pinterest, a source of most of my images, is lately like that summer day’s shadow. Goes and fades, everything goes and fades.)

Thank you