She cries murder
As she fondles the
Skin of ill favor
Tasting the sweat
Of sweet regret.

Perspiration like
A car wreck..
And harping angels
Once did sing on
Such an occasion.

But faith flames in
God’s hands when
Repentful palms do bleed.

The nails in her chest
Judge hollow.
The veins in her arms
Pulse placebo.
Though the red in her
Eyes screams injustice.

She’s the mother of
Her own fate.
Drowning sanctity.

He’s her alter ego.

Seven story flight
To the pavement..
Counting seconds..
Breathing stars..
Fixated.
Dilated.
As he kisses the asphalt..
His sandstone
Coffin of broken bones.

Tripping on the fear
Of being alone forever..
Stammering syllables.
Shaking palms.
Hesitant fingers.
He’s a suicide trigger.

The silk curve of his chest
Beats rhythmatic
Melodramatic chords..
Singing uncertainty.
Humming gracefully.
Hoping terminally
For the fall to
Last a lifetime.

She weeps rose petals
On concrete dreams of
Misinterpreted promises.

He lies sick with the
Deepest sin, ill
With his broken body.

Drawing the curtains.
Poisoned with the sound.

And it pours satin.
Misleading headlights
Into brick walls.
Romancing vermillion
Glass..

This passionate collapse.

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