WELL of TEARS

I drown now
A long time ago
in an eyes wide sleep

Drifting sightless
in a guilt of tears
A stream of wet footprints

leading back to the deep well
where the little girl drown
in her best white dress

Too deep to feel
too dark to care
exiled from air

Dreaming of life
to dredge these old bones
from the dark loam of years past

I wish to breathe again
but all that is left of me
is the Rusalka...

 

 

 

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