August212011

theboatsandbirds:

I wrote this a few months ago, it’s inspired by one of the more heart shattering chapters of my favourite book.

The Book Thief’s goodbye

The accordion sounded silent

Papa’s silver eyes had dried to rust,

Mama’s mouth breathed no blaspheming;

Her lips lined white with dust

And the lemon haired boy,

Who painted himself black

He’d never again ask her for her lips,

They’d never race around the track

She said her goodbye to him

With a clashing of the teeth:

She placed her lips upon him

And he lay broken underneath.

She had the colours of the world

Waiting at her feet,

As her tears soaked through the pages

That belonged to Himmel Street.

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