“Gossamer”
A sudden, loss of her frozen, fractured breath A
glistening, as he hands her a rose-gold locket B
underneath the autumn's cool, crisp moon. C
She grows a spine D
and kisses his cheek, somehow managing not to choke
E
on the excuse she makes up. F
She stands tall, perfectly powdered with make-up, F
her milky dress rippling behind her as she slaves
away to keep her breath, A
saying those two simple words by swallowing the
choke. E
And the deed is done, they've written it in the
stars, locked it. B
Palms out and arms open, "there's no more need
for a spine!" D
she cries, as she tosses it away, the only witness
being the moon. C
A whisper from the moon C
as she makes up F
her spine D
he breathes a rigid breath A
rips the locket B
right off her throat, almost causing her to choke.
E
Hands wrapped around her throat, he squeezes hard
with intent to choke. E
In the light of the wolf's yellow moon C
he ties her up and hopes to lock it B
away for it always runs too soon. He makes up F
an excuse to excuse his heavy breath A
but instead only rips holes in her wispy spine D
She stands up straight, straight up and grows a
spine. D
Her spine that shines and makes him choke E
on the way he taught himself to keep his breath. A
It doesn't work for he knows that the moon C
is on her side to help her make up F
the life she's losing as he tries to lock it. B
The judge said she had to give back the locket. B
She wanted to keep it, something in her spine D
told her that it was better than making up her face
with make-up. F
Frigid. The judge's words made her choke E
and watching her as the judge spoke, the moon C
tried to give her back some breath. A
But the breath was tied to the locket. AB
And the moon couldn't stop the cobwebs from
littering her spine. CD
He'd choke her till her eyes were dry of make-up.
EF
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