"I love you baby"

Cancerous words smell of nicotine smoked from fake lips.

'I love you too'

Chanted in from a timed pause,
Ficticious spellings are just as mistaken for real words.

The rain, the smell, rotting fish stretched across the asphalt.
The puddles overflow catching their air, letting their breath soak,
Toil,
Spill into the oblivious waves of shallow sea level.

"You mean the world to me"

Fire should be kept under a smothered blanket.

'I know'

Fire should be kept at bay...slaughter the wicked.

Candles weren't meant to burn for me,
Wax melts tablecloth vessels until they bleed their malfunctions.


But why?


Can't a wick spit itself out?

'We should go back to...'

Watch,
Passionate frost bite from Jack himself,
Will slit your tongue if you are not careful.

'Come with me'

Enticing offer, but refusals are always better than libido
Manifesting a sort of desire,
That kills the intensity of panged feelings.

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