falling_feathers_by_hyacinthie-d2y5g2q

Replace my heart with your skinny inversions

Claws, retracted, defiant fist, hammering a

Discordant rhythm. All my angels with their

Featherless cloaks spiraling down, as fragile

As paper aeroplanes and I know that your love

Will be the death of my independent belief

Free will being naught but a volitional delusion

I know that I will succumb to honey and vinegar

To migratory promises that fill wombs and hearths

With ashes, I know that my veins will part in your absence

But until then I offer you my haunted bones to sprawl upon

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I was away a lot, celebrating my sister-in-laws return from Turkey so I am afraid I did not have time to write! I only manage a short one for today and it was done in a rush

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10 thoughts on “Honey and Vinegar

  1. It is great, this part was jsut marvelous:”Free will being naught but a volitional delusion

    I know that I will succumb to honey and vinegar

    To migratory promises that fill wombs and hearths” and I think you think so aswell,seeing you named the poem from this 😀

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