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you wonder what she’s thinking when she looks at you like that, talks to you like that, tells you *it’s not me, it has never been me* - but shivers. ****** teeth. wrists, with the skin pulled back. open mouths. open veins. these are the things that slip, these are the things that we hold open, open, waiting for the words to come out, waiting for the truth to come out, waiting for something to touch, something real, something that can’t be touched by fire, or her fingers, if there’s a difference. you said pull over, you said wait. her, the fire. her, laid out on the table, palms forward, feet together. her, something real, something to shiver to. do you remember, she says, *what happened? do you remember tearing me apart, ripping the paper open, waiting for the surprise, the scare, the audience roar? do you remember what it did to me?* you remember. you see an aftermath, aftermath of something, aftermath of remembering, aftermath of waiting. these are games that children play on summer days. these are the things that we hold open, and she keeps dancing - stop dancing. stop moving. stop waiting. close the wound.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
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you wonder what she’s thinking when she looks at you like that, talks to you like that, tells you *it’s not me, it has never been me* - but shivers. ****** teeth. wrists, with the skin pulled back. open mouths. open veins. these are the things that slip, these are the things that we hold open, open, waiting for the words to come out, waiting for the truth to come out, waiting for something to touch, something real, something that can’t be touched by fire, or her fingers, if there’s a difference. you said pull over, you said wait. her, the fire. her, laid out on the table, palms forward, feet together. her, something real, something to shiver to. do you remember, she says, *what happened? do you remember tearing me apart, ripping the paper open, waiting for the surprise, the scare, the audience roar? do you remember what it did to me?* you remember. you see an aftermath, aftermath of something, aftermath of remembering, aftermath of waiting. these are games that children play on summer days. these are the things that we hold open, and she keeps dancing - stop dancing. stop moving. stop waiting. close the wound.
#love#dark
spangel
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spangel
Phoenix, AZ
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
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