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ambivalence
it seems that I have lost
my senses,
dripping corduroy blue:
a glass of condescension
and I'll deny everything you've
said.
somewhere between the pastry paint
and the religious
beads of sweat
from your lips to your navel
I've trapped myself
in a cage I lost the keys to.
this is where insanity begins:
too much attention
wasted on the wallpaper
and hours spent meeting anything
but your eyes.
as i'm cradled in the circulation
within alcoholic corks
and blue headlights
your voice tapping at my senses,
your lips replacing mine.
the secret is that I cannot do enough screaming
to drown you out
and I can't be quiet enough
to
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i was going to ask you to hold back my hair
if i started to heave
but it's cut in mourning
for the fawns dying under the chalky
moist hands of children,
in mourning for newspaper print
threatening suicide off the tips of your eyelashes,
saying things like
i could fall faster
i could convert more
i could shine my face brighter than your sands
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relapse
this, I think,
is the way that empires
fall.
there are sometimes
catastrophes—
Vesuvius, Alexandria—
but I will not go out
in such an explosive fashion
this time.
my second death
is preceded by decline,
slow and inglorious;
erosion working its
weary charm
upon my architecture.
the difference is this:
disaster is unprecedented.
it is a noble sort of way to fall,
at the hands of that which
you could not control.
but I am allowing myself
to crumble to dust.
the forces of entropy
have not strengthened:
I have simply stopped cobbling myself
back together.
someday, archaeologists
will discover my ruins
and sigh
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Prompt: "When the Stars Collapse."
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Prompt: "When the Stars Collapse."
Once more, ~EatingMyOwnFears has graced me with a lovely little response in Stars Wept, do check it and give her props.
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pain is deep.
scars of passion.
forced or sought.
youth destroyed by reality's blade.
red evil hath stomped upon innocent's white dress.
life is gone.
buried naught 2 feet under hardened ground.
scars of passion.
forced or sought.
youth destroyed by reality's blade.
red evil hath stomped upon innocent's white dress.
life is gone.
buried naught 2 feet under hardened ground.