And I stay true, as true as Troilus, and as I wait for you my life - TopicsExpress



          

And I stay true, as true as Troilus, and as I wait for you my life grows cold in waiting. Your truth sedated in the sleep-hub and your silence at the helm of our wreckage, I sit alone in my confusion, dwarfed in not knowing why, my heart like a brass instrument that is spittle-heavy, wheezing out. In the small font of a footnote, I beg for the tight screw, the green light, the hungry flutter of white hands at the blackening keys, to hammer out my own truth, weave a sharp confession, my knuckles chiming over the launch pad like church bells. "Jayne Amara Ross"
Posted on: Wed, 09 Oct 2013 08:49:32 +0000

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