Lalune-hime

You are ten again Everything to gain Backseat of dad's car Brother at your left Concrete racing underneath Being ten consists of: Shared dusty motel space New school every two weeks He's still there though Your brother You have what it takes Ten minus six years Is that burning house Unrelenting sirens, smoke Baby brother in your arms Dad crying himself to sleep Twenty years from ten lands you With him in your car Times are changing And you seem to be racing Towards the end of the world itself "How many angels Can dance on the head of a pin?" Michael, Lucifer Pawns in their chess game The swan song itself: Your brothe

There's a certain kind of shaking Centered in the marrow of your bones It consists of a broken kind of yearning Like those fractured x-rays from many years ago You just can't gloss over the facts Rather you're made of ice cracks The gaps between a child's fingers The longing of unrequited love that lingers The crevice before the accidental fall The tilted frame on mom's foyer wall The doorway leading nowhere at the end of the hall You're not perfect; you're an accident, a mistake An untied lace upon the foot of a lost child Some unlucky one struck by lightning right before dawn The damned angel taking their fall Th