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We can always arm ourselves, said Epicurus; against all sorts of things, but when it comes to death, we are under the constant, universal misconception that we are somehow able to emerge from our defenseless citadel unscathed.
Step outside the citadel
singular obscurity.
Medulla Oblongata.

Listen...listen...RATS!

Send in the snakes!

The door slams
Sisyphus' boulder
Into the ocean
Splash-ripple, dripple, burn the strip.
Abort the trip!
A Singular Obscurity
...
Brittney Anne Aug 2013
365 days it's been
Since I first saw you
     at that record store around the corner
Oh how I can never
seem to forget that cute little grin

we had conversations
    about music and favorite ice cream
I swear you almost
dinned Lou Reed into my head
            didn't take long for me
to have to find my patience

But I didn't mind
        because you looked at
me like no other boy would

we went on dates to
        Ben & Jerry's and
afterwards we went along
      and met your mates.

You took me to all
your thinking spots where
      we shared all our
deep secrets
every dripple, every drop

We spent some nights
     hiding in the sheets
gazing into
each others eyes
     as you kissed me 'till
the morning sky

You told me you
loved me so
and never met someone with
the purest heart
      I never had a clue..

Awoke one beautiful
     morning to awful
news
you picked up the phone
               they told you I was dying
you held me and started crying

I told you
"bad things happen to good people"
your words went into
         circles as you told me
"I'm here and I'm never letting go"
     that's when I knew
I loved you so.

              365 days it's been
     since I first saw you
at the record store around
            the corner

Never have I
     stopped loving
you
  not once,
not
   ever.
Siri Apr 2015
Dripple
Like sweat, like Rain
Your mind
Where's your head?

— The End —