You wear silence like a cape.
stuff loneliness into your throat
promise mother that you need no one
your heart is somewhere hanging from a rib
hands lathered in olive oil and honey
but your eyes, my dear,
your eyes are drowning.
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You wear silence like a cape.
stuff loneliness into your throat
promise mother that you need no one
your heart is somewhere hanging from a rib
hands lathered in olive oil and honey
but your eyes, my dear,
your eyes are drowning.