faltered from Other Endings by Achings

“woman under your thumb, says,
skull that was a head, says
bloodshot eyes, says”
-Anne Waldman

I’ve faltered. These arms cannot hold you now, bridge made of pewter crowns. And you are the shining jewel, cast in a poor tin round. What if I mold you now? But we don’t show the shadows.
I felt you bend with the lightening hue, so I called you to mend this darkening blue. What if I bottom out? Wrecking to save the bow. Empty but holding ground. And you are the silver spool,
cast on a furrowed brow. What if I unwind you somehow? Where we go, the shadow goes. There it goes, it’s off too soon. Where we go, the shadow knows. There it rows us all to ruin.

• Alternative
• Philadelphia
• emo
• femalefronted
• independent
• indie rock
• Easthampton