He was sleeping.
Muscular spasms and audible breathing.
When the gateway opened from 2873.74 miles away.
Distances closed from my palm to yours
and my heart skipped 3 beats in it's dark shallow cave.
:
collapsed memories like forgotten veins
.
the scars burn bright.
& I hold
nothing but a bottle
|
cynicism on an empty stomach
and I'm not falling for it this time.
;
sour grass
& cigarettes
i kiss like i mean it,
but i never stay
for long
.
it's always
meant to
h u r t: you
white and pink gilded
dogwood
blossoms
unfurl like moon.beams and ghost breath .. . .
under your pillow.
I dream of you for ho u r s
and am never satisfied without blood on my hands.
i want fury
and screaming tragedy
i want
rage &
killing glances
under burned up
sheets.
& you just sleep.
© 2008 slow.burn.star
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