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Six: bloodspill

it’s

my

fucking

fault,

isn’t

it?

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[th]ink spill

the concept

of you

consumes

my pen

i bite the nib

and the

ink throws up

again.

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Paper Hearts: Scorched

One blot I spilled

Of stale gasoline

Embers it twilled

By cold nicotine

.

Days of acidic futures

Held by shivery hands

Sluggish gold sutures

By girls in the stands

.

A match you spilled

Onto my paper heart

Raging fire it twilled

Turned ash and dust.

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Paper Hearts: Waterlogged

One blot I spilled

Into a parchment

Suspense it killed

Soak endowment

.

Days of longer pasts

Held in trembly hand

Quicksilver’s repasts

For boys in the band

.

Tears you spilled

Onto my paper heart

In oceans it killed

And easily torn apart.

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Stardust

~*~

“The nitrogen in our DNA. The calcium in our teeth. The iron in our blood. The carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff.” ~Carl Sagan

~*~

Shooting stars watch me fall apart

And clothe me in the great yellow sun

Dance on a boulevard of broken hearts

Sparkling shards of my regretted fun

Dashing comets spun around the clock

Chasing off Time’s ceaseless wails

Asteroids in collision course with rocks

Running after their own scorching tails

Lace my DNA with the nebula’s love

Genes of intoxicating nitroglycerine

My fingertips sends their best regards

To the Northern Lights waving between

Negative particles nibbling at the dark

Hungry midnight devouring the light

But worry not for there’s always a spark

That gives it a stomachache and fights

The universe grows in a mad blaze of glory

Won’t you hear out my quaint sacrifice?

Bored galaxies don’t care much for my story

Humans are but creatures of early demise

For what are we compared to their stellar gears

But some wispy aches and sinews of skin?

Astral plains have shed marvellous tears

Yet we’re but without fates floating within

But just as stars will collapse and embrace

And our old ivory bones will creak and rust

Like everything in this infinite soul of space

We all must revert to stardust.

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