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Emi Jay Sep 2018
Leather suits you
because you, too
were alive once
and are now dead;
and the bright red
— oh, sweet bloodshed! —
vanishes on black
Emi Jay Sep 2018
it would have been easier if you were cruel
if your tongue dripped poison and not honey
if your words cut because they were sharp
and not because i showed you my soft places
if you had been malicious instead of careless
it would have been easier for me to heal
if you had been less easy to forgive
Emi Jay Sep 2018
like a flower in a high place,
i cannot help but gaze upon
the beauty prospering adverse
to callous wind and granite stone;

one day i will watch you fall grace-
fully, petals aflutter, and mourn
the absence your passing creates:
a world less beautiful and rare.
Emi Jay Sep 2018
the night sings to me with silence,
the whisper of trees and far away cars,
noises and nothings steeped in sibilance
as ceaseless and steady as my somnolent breaths
Emi Jay Sep 2018
the post-mortem will say:
sudden cardiac arrest
(medicine cannot quantify
death by a broken heart).

i thought it was sweet,
the arrhythmia you gave me
(at least the butterflies
dissolved harmlessly in acid).

you knew me, invasively,
a mortician's secret autopsy
(you counting my scars, ribs,
was it more habit than desire?)

curiosity is what killed me;
mine and yours, ill-matched
(i would have preferred cruelty
to your cool detachment).

the post-mortem has found:
i died of natural causes
(which makes you, my heart-
breaker, a force of nature)
(extended version of "tua culpa")
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