It was a hollow
- like a starvation
unawarely eerie -

and then...

To be handed
words,
their mellow core,
a mouthfeel like a heartcoating:

a moisture in the desert sand,
this withering height of a not-for-me-love.

do you WANT to live?
do YOU want to live?

Leash a leech,
drill a leak,
bleed and bleach!

Who creeps,
who sneakes?
Ask to sink,
fake a faint?

Dump it,
the stamp!

Lives lively
sigh the high:
stirs and swirls,
a stream,
a blood refill.

be
beat it
beache it
that itch
catch ******
fetchingly
high jinks
a kite to tie
a sky to sway
off and away
off and away

try on some words,
little girl

take a match,
check the hollow

put on those words,
silly girl

play the swan,
and its final chant

echo the words,
poor girl

dye the dark
and let go

of it all
and the words

cold sweaty confusion,
shallow breathing,
all details forward,
this pain,
the ambulance,
the doctor's hands,
in their faces my faith.

a brand new light,
a brand new drive,
once through it all,
if only, if only...

my eulogy....

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it's okay.
we all grow
in their hearts
in their reconstructed stories.

such a waste.

should i live up
into that character,
if it's still time?

mountains lay ahead
like dark seas, starless skies

the thickness of a blind fear

death's inviting hand,
its fullness of nothing

the gravel awaits the steps

no yellow brick road, no one
who'd join, for a bit, the journey

can an absence grow a heart?