ba thước đất

our love is six feet under,
i can’t help but wonder if our grave was watered by the rain

somebody and somebody, past dalliance gone stale. somebody and somebody, he almost died and she watched, he crawled back to life and she watched, he made his speedy recovered and she stopped watching. somebody and somebody, he left and she never knew if he did look back. years passed like falling water, years later and years later. somebody, she had come for a battle that was not hers, but she fought it anyway. somebody, he set off for a battle that was not his, but he ran to it anyway. somebody and somebody, she fell and the world was a cloud of blood. somebody and somebody, they took her back and she swam in her sea of limbo. somebody and somebody, he came, finally, one look and he knew the battle had been fought. somebody and somebody, he was leaving soon and she was six doses of drug deep in sleep. somebody and somebody, a question. many questions. it was you, wasn’t it. i didn’t know, but now that i thought about it, it couldn’t have been anyone else. somebody and somebody, it had been too long. somebody and somebody, he left and she slept through a long dark night.

somebody and somebody, she awoke to a letter. somebody and somebody, letters piled up in an old chest and she was learning how to walk again. somebody and somebody, she wrote, this penmanship is terrible, is it not. somebody and somebody, he wrote, it’s like the sky is sulking every single day, and the rain is horrid. somebody and somebody, she wrote, you should see my hem, six inches deep in mud. somebody and somebody, he wrote, i would dearly love a dance right now. somebody and somebody, and conversations suspended in the time and space continuum, history revolved in paper and ink.

somebody and somebody, once upon a time, roses bloomed from six feet under. somebody and somebody, and then they were six feet apart, one underground and one above. somebody and somebody, but the letters never stopped coming. somebody and somebody, somebody, somebody, everybody, we.

[around 1pm, one day before my 22nd birthday]

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2 thoughts on “ba thước đất

  1. mày bài tỏ nỗi lòng bằng tiếng anh vại tao đọc mất sức lắm m bít ko??? =))
    ờ đọc xong ròi còm men ko lin quan cho nó có lin quang

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