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******** and Car Crashes ******* in a mouth)

This is what she looks like when she's sad:

The human condition effective immediately.

Winter shades shift side to side,

exploding out of each iris.

Skin falling off,

when lunging forward to kiss me.

Fingernail daggers dig into my pores.

I'll bleed under her fingernails,

if she'll drag them down my torso

until her knees click the floor.

 

This is her tongue inside of my mouth:

We taste each other before we waste each other.

Hip bones parallel and our eyes rubbing shoulders,

my hands surfing her rib cage

and it's all the rage because she moans.

And when she moans,

color tones orbit around her head.

Planetary tumors dancing around her skull;

jump roping with her hair,

eating morals and removing plurals.

 

Those are her lips around me.

Her head moves up and down

but her eyes focus on me.

She makes eye contact

and I empty my dreams

into her mouth.

 

We are a public forum.

I ache with alcohol poisoning

and liberal undertones.

The terrain that is my face

bleeds oils that would lubricate

the axle of the car that she drove

into the tree

that we carved our name into.

 

Come back to me.

I miss you so much.

I watched you die.

I watched you die

and there was nothing I could do.

 

They told me that she wouldn't make it.

They told me that she might make it.

My hand gripped at blood stained blanket.

I think she said my name under the air mask.

I could tell if she saw me;

her eyes rolled back into her head

after she gazed a thousand yards away

into the field of black

that sheltered the tall grass

that we would chase each other through

and get lost in

as we got lost in each other.

 

I love you! I ******* love you!

My back, a membrane coil

that rises my stiff neck

that cares my head full of memories.

I turn on the light and you're not there next to me.

I put my hand on your copy of The Thornbirds

and know that you've read it more than the notes

I leave in your inbox,

hoping that it'll say that you have seen it.

 

Walking to your grave,

I am a darkness that the abyss has swallowed

and I have followed myself into nothingness

that is such bliss

that I forget

your kiss.

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joshua-haines
26 / M / American
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Dec 31, 2014
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