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as our gazes collide,
the unraveling begins
first
with the flame in my throat
burning so fiercely
my words come out fiery,
blistering and desperate
to scald the one
who lit the match and
walked away
next
comes the storm in my chest,
a hurricane of doubts
pressing up against my lungs,
surging, screaming
if we were in love, why weren’t we enough? why wasn’t i enough? i wasn’t
enough
but
she is
and then
there’s the calm,
a sweet, sickening ache in my bones
as i picture us, the sensation
of being held in your arms, safe and sound
from every thought
inside my head
so
when they ask how i feel
about the boy
who broke my heart,
i tell them i hate you
because how could i ever explain
the terrible
cataclysm
i feel at the sight of you.

Two years ago I learned a lesson
But it didn't make sense until today

Three little dogs out in the snow
Roxy was short and round, but she was strong with red fur
Bumble and Sparky were smaller still and just wanted to have fun
And after a few minutes shrill barks filled the air
Bumble called for help as his brother was being torn apart
Roxy had him at his throat
The snow was red with blood
So I grabbed the beast
And timid Sparky tried to run away
Blood poured from his throat

Now as day turned into night
Bumble and Sparky were safe inside
Roxy was out in the cold
She wasn't safe and had to go
Bumble sat the whole night waiting for his brother
And sparky lay wrapped in his mother's arms
Trying to keep it together

There are two kinds of people in this world
That I now know
You either tear out the throats of the innocent
Or keep your head down and try protect your own

You ask me how
I will do it.
I never told you
but I will slit my throat
in front of the person
that anger me the most.
I wanna see blood, red
and frighted eyes.
Scared for life.

Starved of care & love
Head's underwater & I struggle to stay above
Because I'm empty inside, so I cannot float
The taste of metal on my tongue
& Lead passes through my throat
Waking up from up from those inner desires
Life's a cruel mistress & she never tires

mortal coil wraps itself around my paper throat

can't speak
can't breathe

trembling fingers mumble words
that I so long to scream

I shiver in the heat
of ever distant summer days

voices in my head dance
and sing their songs of woe
trauma's weeping eyes
are crumbling in the dark