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sanguine

When everyone you thought you knew
Deserts your fight, I’ll go with you
You’re facing down a dark hall
I’ll grab my light and go with you…

~*~

you kicked up reckless dusk,

and for a moment, time was yours.

i sat on the kerb and wept,

lost in the haze of fog and music,

watching the years go by with

nothing more than flammable illusions

cutting open the stars because you didn’t bleed,

waking up with dead skies because i couldn’t love—

letting the alarms go off hour after hour

but never letting the nightmare end, melting

away into paranoia and humiliation,

red lips a soundless “darling, i’m fucking cold.”

ignorant eyes couldn’t see the last of us

until it’s held at speculated gunpoint…

do you have to cross the start of the horizon

before they could see that you’ve died?

do i have to cross two lines off my hand

before i could ever try to live?

~*~

And go with you, I’ll go with you
I’ll go with you, I’ll go with you, yeah
Stay with me, no, you don’t need to run
Stay with me, my blood, you don’t need to run…

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anatomical dissection: nerves

they love bruises

like crushed plums

and gaping slits

like cranberry juice

and they love to

paint the sky with it

because they think

it’s so bloody beautiful

.

with tortured grins

and metal instruments

and a blindfold to the

eyes of the ignorant

sickening voices coo

“this won’t hurt at all”

while making sure that

the pain lasts an eternity.

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Iris

You’re suffocating my hope,

And yet you cannot decipher

Asphyxiating unconsciously

Why, are you blinded forever?

.

You’re strangling my emotion,

I’ve seen myself in the mirror

And noticed what you missed

Why, can’t you see it’s all over?

.

You’re choking the life out of life,

I always knew you were visceral

I blinked and it all crashed down

Have my eyes always been purple?

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The Weeping of the Child

Helpless against the wails of a crying child

Oh, how I wish for both parties of us to sleep

Why, if only curdled tears were diamond rings

Still, it would not encourage her vanity to keep

For innocent concern drowns in egocentricity

And ingénue surrendered fast to the demons

Softer than the child’s head, in seventh degree

Insouciance quite irritating, a danger common

The entire city awoke in the ceaseless weeping of the child

Only the mother’s prevalent ignorance, selfishness pertains

His face was rubicund, his lungs flat, and his stomach was but poor

Yet in the end he ceased, and only her foolish mother’s regret remains.

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