Machine
by Aileen Ma
Machine:
wash
warm gentle
Please:
handle
with care
Faded shirt
well worn chambray
rests on hanger
then line
just a heart
hung out to dry
silent no tears
drip dry without
cry
You would smile
if I did
I'd be human
my chest cavity would
loosen
Tension braided sideways
forward motion fray
I would leave me
for far away
and you would pry open
uninvited
hands greedy with
dripping
a scarlet faraway scent
scoop up
a crimson shaded
lipstick smudge
faded
staining
remains
sheddings
sinew entangled strings
piled loosely
shed onto
threshing of
heart floor
I never had to worry
about
these things before
posted by ~Aileen Ma~ at
9:02 PM
2 Comments:
is it tye-dye?
It is what you think it is =)
But I'll try to write about my inspiration like you usually do =P
I wrote it with a few images going around in my mind.
* washing instructions on a hoodie
* a chambray (light denim) shirt hanging out to dry
* which reminded me of a heart hanging in the balance
an empty one that's been ripped out with only a few remnants remaining. And then the aftermath of being open to heartbreak.
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