my teeth shall fall
from my skull like rainthe dreams of the dead
flow into the oceanand I will string your teeth
hanging them like a necklacethen collect your dreams into jars
and show the world how they glowbut what would the world do
with a glowing jar of dreams—here the world’s shadow might bend
and cast towards hung yellow stars
your eyes were starshine, piercing
into the marrow of hollow pages
they told me ten stories that sounded like songs
and showed me where I’d never belong
(via lipstreams)