The Reservoir

                       Lapping around
              — rigid in circumference—
        Reserving words in the reservoir.
Fish them out from the back of your throat.
        What a catch you think you are…
              Have some faith,
                       you’ll be forgiven.

“Faith is what she spoke of,
Her endearing faithfulness…

“Tell me, princess,
Did you get engaged to your prince that day,
Or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?”

“I died that day.”

                       I died that day.
                       I died that day.
And everyday after.
                       I died.
My heart was hallow,
                       run dry,
emptied in the reservoir;
crimson ink
rusting pipes,
spilling from my eyes.

Diverge from
                       the revolving.
               Absolve one thing
                        by resolving.
                     Whats trusting
                       versus falling?
                       Heart hoping
             and then drowning.

(quote from the Princess Bride)

About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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