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Burying Nevus

It was a few steps forward, twice removed, seconds away from pulmonary distress. The rough patches of ocher blisters felt like frozen ice lodged in his windpipe, a cowardly conviction that he wouldn’t dare speak. His fault. His mistake. His responsibility. Him, a filthy traitor. The constricting bracelets felt like bleeding handcuffs, prosecuting him for his blithe misunderstanding. This was never my intention, yet why am I riddled with disorienting guilt? One voice asked in attrition. It’s not you to blame if you didn’t know. Awareness is key. Another reasoned out calmly. Ignorance is the enemy of reason. A third entity argued in hostility. Every choice made sense, thus, he told them all to shut up so he could think. He bit down on his raw cheek until bile flooded his throat and metastasised as an abrasive lump. The bloodied bruise tasted like a salty alibi in his mouth. He submerged his soberness in liquid regret until it drowned, and sunk in inebriation. After he could think no longer, he made his final decision. He carried through. He knew it was unfathomably wrong, fatally so. But it was warranted.

It was just another scar tissue he had to permanently hide.

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Break-up, Fall-out, All-in

Fragile butterfly lips, it landed against mine

But then it shriveled up like a staling bad lie

Damaged and demented on a storm of time

Was it a sin to promise a rose for you, not I?

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You showed me within blue kaleidoscope eyes

Woe is me with fractal illusions of tinted glass

Yet I replaced my fogged-up periscoped lenses

And saw trickery, how fractured it all truly was

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I saw reason where you saw empty quotations

Wrongful purpose of irrational miscalculation

I pray to angels only the devils will understand

‘Cause you don’t seem to talk an innocent stand

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I can’t be intoxicated by your diamond breath

Resentment of sharp knives and callous regret

I can’t join another party for the recently blind

I’ve got fun house mirrors pierced in my mind

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Tumbling upsidedown in carousels of confusion

I can’t fool myself onto believing such delusions

I’m a funambulist tiptoeing delicately on a scale

I might make it if I tried, but if one side tips I fail

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If there was another sorry, I lost it on the way home

As you dissolved into the fork and I ended up alone

But maybe this melancholy, it will be my new clarity

The road goes on as the light onwards beckons me

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Prideful glass hearts will only fall hard and shatter

And the gossamer bridges we built shall barely last

My concern scalds me like sunlight on guilty water

Tell me, was it a sin to pick my future, not your past?

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