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The electrifying thrill
of dancing in the rain.
Elevates to waltzes on a lightning bolt,
When shackles break away.

Puddles surfaces rip open,
As I drown my half-smoked cigarette,
Underneath wide flooded struts.
Little frigid shower vapors
Tickle my chilled lungs.

Lace the coffee mugs with poison,
In about a month from now.
Tonight's story is for polaroids
Showcasing soaked sundresses,
And pressed chamomile flowers.
Glued onto ripped journal pages,
Between crudely drawn storm clouds.

Nasty forecast promised for tomorrow
Toxic droplets called to fall on my side of town.
But no shiver rattles my bones
From threats of acidic kisses.
At this moment, I've remembered,
How to let the sting of venom go.
The Sky is Clear
And the Birds Chirp Outside
My Shower Water feels extra clean today
My coffee doesn't burn my tongue
There is no traffic on the Way to Work
And
I don't remember the feeling of failure
Whatever happens by the end of the day
Right now, that burning is in the center of my chest
Inflated like a balloon to keep me upright
A Life Jacket for My Heart
And despite the night before
I am alive
On an autumn afternoon, I order chai, but she prefers pumpkin spice.
I watch candle-lit shadows dance over her acid pool eyes.
A thrashing storm in my chest, I feel myself be ****** into her abyss
I'm melted quickly; my dying wish is for my remains to fall in her cup so I can meet her lips.
But if I can't have that, then bury me with the leaves and cinnamon sticks.
And at my grave, leave me something pumpkin spice.
I want to rework this one eventually, but didn't mind how it came out for now.

— The End —