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9.

There is no easy way out.

Finding solace in cigarettes,

malice in each intent.

When we kiss and flash,

I taste snow and ash-

slippery, salty blood lust.

4 a.m galaxies and gold speckled chains.

The thud in your lungs and the flood in my veins.

 

Adjusting my pace simply to make space

for the passing of strangers I'll quickly erase.

From my celestial mind and my unaligned spine.

While these battered boots pitter patter

atop the gum splattered streets,

Where I silently succumb to an alarming defeat.

 

You,

jumbling and juggling my thoughts-

they cling like sweaty icicles in the their last dying breath.

 

You, me, we.

Naked on a patch of empty mattress

Everything too symbolic to possibly process

Standing solitary in unison

beneath the draining translucent sink above

a degree too warm, my skin blushing on accident-

insides tangled and squirming

when that warm wet hand wrapped itself so delicately

around an unremembered segment of skin .

a stray fingertip racing up my thigh,

my throat clasping at the shudder

as i glance into those boring brown eyes

 

"I don't **** people I respect."

 

But this was a truth that was too soon broken,

I was disguised, misguided and easily cloaked when

the eyes I knew from a childish fluke

swept me

into a bed of nails that i thought

would protect me

 

you, me, we-

behind a rubber duck shower curtain

in the spotlight of the stage

where the x's had been taped

i was made certain a foolish damsel in distress

to each falsified caress.

 

but in those last fleeting moments

where the memory's page

starts to curl and break

you reached your arms out to me

and like damp sheets in the breeze of my body

we take our final plunge for all to see

and we lower to our knees

to scrub the smudges in between.

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mackenzie-j-greer
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Nov 17, 2011
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