neon rust

you laugh like neon rust

and i inhale the helium

lightheaded and you lie

.

between the spaces where

you know it would ruin me

saying the stupidest things

it makes me crack up hard

.

even if it’s not funny anymore

and my sides are beginning to

.

bleed with the pressure—eyes

watering into allergic reaction

a waterfall of the words i could

not form in utter fear of choking

scared that you might hear me

.

die on the other side of the road

.

but maybe i’ll risk getting run over again

just to feel that neon rust one last time

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