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There's something in the pale placid blue of your eyes

Watching grey tendrils fade into a dark night

As they leap from the soft red embers

Perched at the end of an off brand cigarette.

"Everyone wants to be beautiful," you say,

Letting the words drip from the tarnished silver of your tongue

And slide down the makeup caked on your jaw

To lie in pools like nightsoil on street corners

Stiffened by winter winds and carelessness.

"You are beautiful," I say,

But the words ring a haunting hollow,

A single breath in a stillborn sea of wasted breaths,

Some shining schoolgirl promise

After a dozen deafened seasons have spun each other round.

Description

There's something in the pale placid blue of your eyes

Watching grey tendrils fade into a dark night

As they leap from the soft red embers

Perched at the end of an off brand cigarette.

"Everyone wants to be beautiful," you say,

Letting the words drip from the tarnished silver of your tongue

And slide down the makeup caked on your jaw

To lie in pools like nightsoil on street corners

Stiffened by winter winds and carelessness.

"You are beautiful," I say,

But the words ring a haunting hollow,

A single breath in a stillborn sea of wasted breaths,

Some shining schoolgirl promise

After a dozen deafened seasons have spun each other round.