My friend is dying.
Her heart is mewing like a cold wet kitten
But she clamps hands over her ears, terrified
Sure she mustn’t pick up the kitten
I am light and I poke at her playfully
So as not to fall under her tomb spell
I know the tomb spell
She is white and slow.
She can see me
She doesn’t understand what I say
But she can see me, and I can see You
I can see You
Let me just slip inside then
How do I jump into the river of Your heart?
I have only this world where I live
And seeing You in it is not as easy as admitting my need
This place is a queen of diamonds
Jagged and beautiful
Compelling hearts to weep and mew
My friend is dying.
Her heart is mewing
And her hands are clamped over her ears
But she can see me
And I can see You
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