Turquoise

I was lying there like an idol.

The turquoise water reddened by your

Name. Ancient carving, poisonous 

It was, a talisman on my hand.

I was lying there, without moving

Waiting for your bold arms to pick me

Up. My sleepless, opened eyes searching

For you, for you, conscientiously.

I was lying there, the cold water

Hypnotizing the aching depths of

My veins. My porcelain body, the

divine scream crucifying onto you.

I was lying there like an idol.

Goddesses mourned over me without

Stopping. Their freezing tears were washing

Away the fever-blood on my face.

I was laying there, where you were not,

Not even to dry up my tears, not

Holding my hand. – – – – –

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