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Apr 2016 · 352
the girl is a god
zoe Apr 2016
there's something holy in the way
your lips curl into a smile
as you tell a lie.

broken promises dripping off
your honeyed tongue-
smooth and sticky,

i swallow them.
they burn my throat
on the way down.
Apr 2016 · 723
lovers for a night
zoe Apr 2016
we'll sit on the roof of the '69 chevelle,
legs intertwined,
curves and crevices illuminated
by a motel's flickering vacancy sign.

bellies warm with tennessee whiskey,
we'll stargaze, and i'll stop to
constellate our initials in the sky.

the cicadas will hum to us a waltz,
and we'll dance and twirl
and hold one another close.

then, dawn will come,
and a love kindled at dusk
will quickly burn out.

the sickly sweet viscous liquid
in our bowels
will turn to blood,

coughed up,
staining cheap,
thin sheets.

and i'll find myself sympathizing
with the red glow
of that flickering vacancy sign.

— The End —