broken vow

This elixir runs smooth down flesh and blood. Swollen eyes searching far and beyond for reason unknown. A fingertip sound hell bent against a yellow light sounds heavy and morose. Tiptoed across the indicating and upon lead and coal and upon the tar foot—I can’t shake you. You are. Absorbed beneath my skin, I ingest you. Wholly. Your ghost walks alongside these streets gone vacant and long before sunrise, and I pull sidesaddle a woven clutch full of lost leather. My youth weeps. He told me that nothing was revealed. Words spat upon walls smelt with laquer. But I saw the truth.Ill-repute sitting stoic on good ole Adam’s lap. Time will come around  again and you too will be there: I have no doubt.

Then she cried herself to sleep under satin.