Alone in the Summertime.

Cups of Jupiter

Cups of jupiter tea... swirls of colour in the bottom of my cup..

Burning lips... A constellation in my hands..

Sinking battles, ships at sea. Woman by the windows... waiting. waiting.

We carry what we need, and lose the rest... along with our minds.. and our dress.

Sense and ability to leave.. now it's gone.

And we walk on.

But never forget, the scars on our arms, our hearts... the dark hooded cloaks that we will forever have covering our faces, so as not to look into the eyes of the ones who used the knife...and severed us apart.