Your Skyscraper Spirits

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I can see the fluorescent lights shining on your skin.
Where those holes in your body once bloomed flowers,
the trees that grew high into the clouds.

The fairies and children that played flutes in your mouth
and sprinkled the stardust on your little toes,
have turned to ash and destroyed cities.

The lights of God have turned to Tesla bulbs,
that flicker endlessly over your grave,
where I am holding the wires in my hands.

These wires used to be your flowers,
but now they shock my bones,
and I wish only to electrify your spirit.

Posted May 27, 2016, 5:31 AM UTC · edited