Page 136 of Jagged Souls

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Vague memories

That ring with a banshee’s shriek.

They are waveless coasts –

Broken ships

That sink with a lover’s leap.

Into the sea.

The Dead Sea.

Where nothing floats

But a bitter need

To rise above the pain

With ecstacy.

And so she takes

And she takes

And she takes

Down on her knees

For Heaven’s keys.

Only to burn in a lake of fire,

Too godsdamn tired

To swim to shore.

And so she takes

And she takes

And she takes some more

But each high gets shorter

And each fall gets longer

And each attempt to forget

Gets harder and harder

And so she takes

And she takes

and she takes some more

opening her mouth

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