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Pinned my stomach to the sky Strung it up with tinsel and filament Carved kisses into my sternum With elastic lips. I can feel you fading from me, Morsels creep away, Nothing holding them there Any longer. I feel less sad. It is somehow worse. You had long since left. Where did the memories Of me go when they unstitched From your head? My heart beats Like a stillborn child Against its mother’s womb. I am an uninflated punching bag You have hair like chocolate fire And a sun inside your face. I stared as hard as I could, Burned your chapped lips and brow Into my retinas, you left The ghosts of your arms Around the back of my neck. I, petrified, Pretend you are a still-life And paint you onto my eyelids, With faded ink from childhood picture books.   My stomach is a canopy Of starless sky pouring half Digested everything Onto the robins in my chest. I see you and smile, But maybe you missed it? I am going to a movie With a girl who wants to kiss me. I am gathered up inside All of her arms. She cries to her friend In the backstage bathroom. I do not know how To make the words happen. She finds me beside her And her mouth is on fire. I wish my hands were holding The soft of her cheeks. She says: I thought we were going to be together. I know I have a heart, Because it is trying to leave me.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
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Pinned my stomach to the sky Strung it up with tinsel and filament Carved kisses into my sternum With elastic lips. I can feel you fading from me, Morsels creep away, Nothing holding them there Any longer. I feel less sad. It is somehow worse. You had long since left. Where did the memories Of me go when they unstitched From your head? My heart beats Like a stillborn child Against its mother’s womb. I am an uninflated punching bag You have hair like chocolate fire And a sun inside your face. I stared as hard as I could, Burned your chapped lips and brow Into my retinas, you left The ghosts of your arms Around the back of my neck. I, petrified, Pretend you are a still-life And paint you onto my eyelids, With faded ink from childhood picture books.   My stomach is a canopy Of starless sky pouring half Digested everything Onto the robins in my chest. I see you and smile, But maybe you missed it? I am going to a movie With a girl who wants to kiss me. I am gathered up inside All of her arms. She cries to her friend In the backstage bathroom. I do not know how To make the words happen. She finds me beside her And her mouth is on fire. I wish my hands were holding The soft of her cheeks. She says: I thought we were going to be together. I know I have a heart, Because it is trying to leave me.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
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