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Sunday, December 6

Part: SEPT

Your heart starts skipping steps. The vuh-vuh-valiance in your voice is wavering and I know that theirs a tiny irregularity in your breathing. It's purity is tarnished around the corners and they're not so sharp. A comet flies across our heads and we both look up, colored astonished. When our eyes meet, pupils dilated, you collapse and my heart stuh-stuh-stops.

I healed you from the neck down. but you're still suh-suh-sick in the head... but that can be covered up by a daily dose of darvocet and oxycontin. The bottle sets off your eyes and goes with every occasion. Ruby red overflows your lips and I lap it up as it runs down your neck. Chained to your bed like Passion's prisoners, you lay between my legs, sheltered from them, from it, from everything.

Cobalt leaks from the sky and drowns everyone but us. Dead silent and you whisper all your secrets. All your silvery depressions rise to the surface and coat the moon. You fall apart, but I can tape you back together for now...

You tell me about all those times when you just wanted to kuh-kuh-kuh-kill yourself and you cover my eyes  and ears to protect me from the truth. But, I cover my own mouth. The lights are dim and your eyes are visible for miles.  can see them coming toward me like headlight and and I'm caught like a fawn. You come crashing into me and everything is clear for once, but not for long. Soon the past mixes with the future and everything is upside-down. Purple and orange cloud the water, but they're so pretty and it calls in the birds.

The sparks are extravagant.

they light us up and tear us down.

There's an albatross around your neck and silver blood on your fingers. You tried to kill me. You tried to take an innocent. But, it didn't work and now you have to suffer the consequences. They bleed all day  follow you, leaving a trail that chases you in the snow... the drip irregular patterns and you sip up a little more through your nose. Wide awake now, what's next? Flames lap at your feet and push you farther, faster. Like a shoestring dipped in gasoline lit ablaze. And you're blazing now, but so am I. And we lay awake listening to your breath because you've already taken mine away, you kiss my neck just like I've always liked.

Your eyes are bright enough to burn my skin.

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