we crucify our own

threemonthsofsummerholidayshomg

*collapses with lemonade and Still Life With Woodpecker*

I am going to read Bernard's canon. Finally. And then watch some more episodes of Wire in the Blood and then do some writing and tomorrow I am going to SLEEP IN and maybe spend the day RPing. Who knows?

Or maybe I'll just lie here for a while and not make any jerky head movements and let all of the overstuffed knowledge leak gently out of my orifices until there's enough room in there for me to think clearly again.

Someone tell me it was worth it.

Royal Doulton

The wind's too cold to capture what I feel
in words that linger; words that could be lies.
The light stained apple-sharp is all that's real
enough to see by; this, then, meets my eyes.
A carpet stained with tea, the writhing steam
of which once filled your mouth; the cups lie all
in jigsaw shards like pieces of a dream.
Torn strips of lily green adorn the wall
and trap the cries, the endless seeping cold;
my breath is mist like steam twined through your hair
from copper-coloured tea. Your mouth once sold
me lies. The china fragments that lie there
show nothing left in these green rooms for me
but crying echoes; dreams; the smell of tea.