I dreamt of a girl last night:
black hair, white skin, red lips.
Her name caught in my throat;
I could not speak.
She led me out of my home and took me to the riverside.
And there upon a rock she had carved all she knew of my stolen secrets, my inner darkness, my love and my fury.
She looked at me with orb-like eyes,
a calmness painted on her ruby lips.
“I know you, and I understand.”
And that was it.
On the first page of the book of blue it read:
“If you read this page, than that’ll be you’re dead.”
By then it was too late
And you wound up on an island of shells and bones that
Bodies had left
And the one thing you taught me
‘bout human beings was this
They ain’t made of nothin’ but water and shit