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  Nov 10 Edmond
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
  Nov 10 Edmond
beth fwoah dream
my love, you wear silence like a coat
and i am left drifting like a far-out wave.
the wind tangles leaf and sky.
winter is barely noticed, the moon
is a ghost of forgotten flowers where
the night sings to the starry waters,
sings of our love. everything is sailing
like a ship in a bottle, a kaleidoscope  
of brightness, gothic hill and wildflower
ruin, flowing like a silvery stream.
do you dream of me? do you burn when
the night wraps you in her cloak and the moon
unwinds the waters of the seas?
do you dream of me?
Edmond Nov 10
I miss the days of old,
When passion and fire and hope
Tinted the glasses I wore

But they pinched too tight,
And they cast off my face,
And they went to find another.

So now reality is my glass,
Showing truth and lies
And everything surrounding

So now I make my own hope,
Force a smile through cracked teeth,
Hiding the tongueless hollow
That you created of me.
You made this bed of glass, now lie in its shards.
  Nov 8 Edmond
ren
Cut out my tongue, so I can't speak,
I don't want to talk with anyone, anymore.
Put your hands around my neck, so I can't breathe,
I'll die slowly, and believe that is my destiny.

Feel my blood rush, another type of time measure,
the blood ticking in my veins, is marking my mortality.
You're my issue, but also my therapy,
you're a galaxy, my way to escape reality.

Kiss my scars, just like you kissed my neck,
run away with me, and never come back.
Crush my heart painfully, the punishment that I need,
the agony spreading, is the way that I bleed.
  Nov 8 Edmond
Wary
I recall the day I first saw you, amid the frigid depths of winter, as I sought even a trace of warmth from the sun. My gaze found that warmth in you. When you drew near, you stunned me, clasping my cold hands in yours, imbuing them with warmth. I remember, too, the day I waited in that same chill for one final glimpse of you—only to be left, forsaken, my hands still cold, yearning for the warmth you once brought.
I recall our first encounter, I waited in that same frost, hoping for a final glimpse
I wear it so nice
the smiles so genuine
the laughs so warm

yet behind the closed doors
music blaring in my ears
drowning my own thoughts

Only then can I be me
but from wearing the mask so long
I
collapse
  Nov 8 Edmond
linds
when i scream underwater, it sounds like the music of a million words left unwritten, and i’ve come to know this truth as beautiful and pure in a way not much else can be
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