i'm warmly lost in the absence of that aspiring red light,
as your heartbeat is still a stabbing pain in the side of my gelatin femurs,
losing visions of the rigidity necessary to live this life of ambivalent autonomy.
--
steel strings and fibers of teeth eating this flesh like a false promise of love,
i am a windowsill covered by a nebulous, translucent shade,
clothespins existing simply to taper my eyes from the pain.
the stars take no mention of this cynical cycle of self-doubt,
for they're lighting our hearts long after they've burnt out.
and your hazel kitchen recipes are hanging over the paint-chipped railing,
giving meaning to this heart,
a blood-stained peach in constant mourning.
break this furtive glass,
there is no light pointing home,
directionless map
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
i'm warmly lost in the absence of that aspiring red light,
as your heartbeat is still a stabbing pain in the side of my gelatin femurs,
losing visions of the rigidity necessary to live this life of ambivalent autonomy.
--
steel strings and fibers of teeth eating this flesh like a false promise of love,
i am a windowsill covered by a nebulous, translucent shade,
clothespins existing simply to taper my eyes from the pain.
the stars take no mention of this cynical cycle of self-doubt,
for they're lighting our hearts long after they've burnt out.
and your hazel kitchen recipes are hanging over the paint-chipped railing,
giving meaning to this heart,
a blood-stained peach in constant mourning.
break this furtive glass,
there is no light pointing home,
directionless map
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