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N Jul 2019
I’ve found that love tears me
like a papercut
sharp enough to draw blood

And I hold a heart
that’s been torn apart,
but it still beats over the
rhythm of your name
N Jul 2019
It is brutal
to have reached for
my trembling hand
and hold it

only to dust me off
back to my grave
without a goodbye
nor a burial

It is cruel
to have made me
believe I am one
with the livings

only to make my
second death
far more ******

O, tragedy indeed
N Jul 2019
I once wanted to ask
if she’d ever met a heavy heart
with such aching pores

See, I yearned for death
till I forgot I’m still
one with the livings

Perhaps I didn’t know
I‘m still here
till she reached
for the palm of my hand,
but it’d start to sweat
so I shy away

When the doctors cut the cord
that was wrapped around my neck,
and ever since that moment
they resuscitated me as a baby
I grew up with the fascination
of cords caressing my neck

I almost did

twice
N Jul 2019
Until dawn,
a cigarette ash
flew into her right eye

The cigarette remained alight
despite the flood of tears
streaming down her cheeks  

With such a hell
blazing inside her,
she put out fire with smoke

Solitude was her
only consolation,
and all she longed for

There is not a soul
that she yearns for,
but for hers to burn out

— The End —