august flowers

 been living inside my head for awhile

with the loudest crack of hopes
the dusted hands of dead poets beneath the fields
lavender candles from the torture rooms
and the ashes of all fantasy summer loves
*
cruelest worlds are still burning by the lakes
hungry screams under the doors
windy hair high on sky trees
bloody collarbones taking their way back home
hypnotic crime scene

*
South girl breaking the North laws
turning melancholy into art
throwing petals in her tea
hiding from the hunter's eyes
as a coping skill
as a fine start
*
bruising the insides of the lovers
the thrill fades when the autumn arrives
dreaming emotional crisis
as her Danube roots
are disappearing into the rotten august flowers

 

in the afterlife
she'll love 'em softer
without broken ribs
and wild open lips
the tremble of the skins
and the touching of the fists
*
born on a rainy day
and chaotically running in hills since then
midjune breeze, salt wind
shadows of doom
fragments of youth
finding self in the corners
the one who can't be lost
*
they weren't mine
but I felt like staying