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Shackles and Ventricles

Unchain my heart, baby let me be
Unchain my heart
‘Cause you don’t care about me
You’ve got me sewed up like a pillow case
But you let my love go to waste
Unchain my heart, set me free…

~*~

It’s a lightning bolt

Sent straight to my temple

A five-dollar nosebleed

Waiting to drain my mind

It’s a taste of delirium

In the middle of the night

Suspense in mid-chorus

And I’m trapped in the stars

So unchain my heart

Why don’t you?

.

I’m aware that

You’re way past caring

For me, oh darling

But it would be nice

For you to spell my name

In sand and not dirt

And let me keep falling

This misery would last me

A decade and a century

But it’s only a restless

Second-half for your clock

So unchain my heart

Why don’t you?

.

It’s my fault for

Giving in and giving you the

Silver lock and key

So send me on my way

And perhaps I can

Still recover, maybe

They think I’m insane for

Biting on the metal bars

But I’m only gnawing

On myself to set me free

Because you think that

That’s a no-can-do

But prove them wrong and

Please unchain my heart

Why won’t you?

~*~

Won’t you let me go
That you don’t love me no more
Like a man in a trance, let me go
I’m under your spell
Like a man in a trance
And you’re no doubt aware
That I don’t stand a chance
No, you don’t care…

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in which love is just another imagined story by a hopeless writer who has dysgraphia

“and though to my arms you are forever lost,
you are a prisoner in my fantasy.”

~Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

~*~

you are my sweetest fiction,

conjured, derived from the very ends of

the lacklustre impediment

that is my algid imagination.

light calla lips flushed pleasantly

(though, i may only be imagining it so)

elusive soul a taunting fugitive

(from which i could never hope to catch

with bare hands and bare feet)

cerise smile melting upon liquid gaze

before i then realise—the blood was my own.

missing birthdays, unsent letters

piling into sealed dictionaries upon my oaken desk

and again, i weep the night sky

in the grievous absence of your starlight.

falling, falling; lilies, lilies,

plucked like shimmering innocence

from the skin of my gritted teeth, sighing

irreplaceable—!

though, your divine body is not mine

to ruin and revere relentlessly

under eternal storybooks and lost volumes of

anthologies, the empty pages

all at once interjecting: “impossible?!”

but, is it always so? must my fluttering shyness

be short-lived like your tyranny?

surely we must not always adore the

blinking butterflies, cascading iridescence

billowing solemnly into my reverie—

accidental interruption.

aralias, aralias; painful, painful;

i am to dirty fly as you are to decadent fruit

dragged down rather cruelly into

the ad infinitum of your fiery veneration

and i am unable to twist my words into cathartic

crashing, collapsing, holding it in…

but, i do not mind at all; for i lost mine

the moment you slipped from enthrallment into

the ache of my charismatic sternum,

submerging me in pacific oceans of desire—

enchantingly alluring me into the cozen, shackling confines

of the prison you call your heart.

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