HippieVan

I. We whispered prayers into the corridors while I spoke into your ribcage, telling lies to our skeletons to help you understand. you said they loved watching me wax poetic while I dripped candlelight into your hands. we watched the dust motes cover our skin while I taught you how to fly. (you were always too afraid to fall and too afraid to land). II. It wasn't lovesongs we sang; it was half-forgotten hymns. we never wanted to believe but you said ghosts exist without compassion, and without sins. I told the doctor his medication clipped your wings. III. I fed you sweet words tucked in between candy-canes and licori