The Pull

I want continuity to my existence. 

 

O Night, O, soften me,

turn me tender and gaping,

a wound in the flesh of our darkness,

the water that wells up to the brim of the cup,

the flooding forth of sound. 

 

Break silence as you would bread. 

Consume it with laughter. 

Eat your heart out. 

 

It is the only way to die. 

11/16/2016

North Vancouver

after "Pull Yourself Together" by The Boxer Rebellion

Please reload

  • patreon_logo_black
  • Instagram - Black Circle

Endless Writer © Ata Zargarof 2018

atazargarof@gmail.com

BC, Canada