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Mar 2014 · 536
emergency exit
wax Mar 2014
she hung onto every syllable to float on his wintery breath
as he exhaled raspy whispers into the nape of her neck
and she felt a fluctuating heat as he stole the glimmer of hope from her eyes and dimmed it to instead shine 'emergency exit'
when she realised his wandering touch was not gently caressing but infact longing to fingerpaint with her emotions
but the patterns he painted so fondly soon turned to a collection of harsh bruises
and her tears weren't enough to extinguish his smothering flame
and her pleas weren't enough to break through the chains she felt crushing her in his embrace

he left her broken like the soft spoken promises he crafted
her eyes dull and empty like the indentations of his fingernails which still lingered on her skin
Jan 2014 · 862
suburban grave
wax Jan 2014
floating down the streets the october air gives me brainfreeze
i recognise nothing but the gloomy nightfall which follows me
the suburban cemetery walls are caving in
and the rotting leaves strewn over the pavement smell like death
they crunch like bones under my boots
the oak trees are stripped to their skeletons
the damaged skies are leaking darkness and staining the clouds
the icy metal of your door handle is burning me
maybe there’s a fire behind these walls
but there’s no windows to look through so I can’t tell
please let me in
they’re coming for me again
everything is fading to black and i can’t breathe
im choking on glacial words like blocks of ice in the back of my throat
but you still tell me to cool down
when everything i ever needed was knitted into the warmth of your embrace

— The End —