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athene Mar 2015
i was just a boy
when your hands
chopped me up
and left rivers
of Ancient blood
create a
confluence down my neck
my groin was the freshet
my father told you
and i were meant
to be together since
you always had surgical hands
with the precision
of a knife thrower
each knife cut away my mold
and i shed into a new
identity
athene Mar 2015
my room was a revival chamber
containing my excitement
for when i saw you on
the screen, otherwise
it was a sacrificial chamber
basking in anorexia
and lining my teeth
on top of the dresser
i got in a crash
i told you
they plucked them out
because i survived
to tell the tale
for my friend, sarah
athene Nov 2014
how should i be the one to describe her everlasting perfection--
her perfect *******, her vanilla skin, the amethyst veins that ran
rivers down her perfect groin, the fiery *** we had and the mayhem
ensued, i was absolutely taken and i wanted the whole world
to know. run on sentences is all i could construct tongue-wise,
and she still shown like saturn and aurora laced with jupiter dust
trailed when she danced along the sidewalks next to me.
we were walking, i was walking, she flew up and caught the sun
for me yet it was too bright to behold, i could not be apart of this
empyrean sight i wanted so badly to have the wings to fly to her
but gravity brought me down
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