the backs of my eyelids are kaleidescopes-
blender-mixtures of the crinkles of your nose-bridge,
panic attack lullibies,
and waterfall tear-ducts,
the scent of mixture so ripe with potential that love personifies itself
as unlimited clean water in Flint.
in your indefinite (permanent) absence,
it is a sensation not painfully unsterile as a homemade tattoo,
but not quite as pragmatically satiable as a common itch.
it's
hiccups at the podium,
sore legs moving into a third floor apartment,
a fender-bender in the sweltering seduction of summer.
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your hemorrhage-generating image is a permanent stain that blends in just well enough to wear.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:18 PM UTC
the backs of my eyelids are kaleidescopes-
blender-mixtures of the crinkles of your nose-bridge,
panic attack lullibies,
and waterfall tear-ducts,
the scent of mixture so ripe with potential that love personifies itself
as unlimited clean water in Flint.
in your indefinite (permanent) absence,
it is a sensation not painfully unsterile as a homemade tattoo,
but not quite as pragmatically satiable as a common itch.
it's
hiccups at the podium,
sore legs moving into a third floor apartment,
a fender-bender in the sweltering seduction of summer.
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your hemorrhage-generating image is a permanent stain that blends in just well enough to wear.
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