Deceiving our eyes as back-wood galaxies
What is it that lingers at the other end of the bay?
Vast oceans coating derelict mirror images
I wonder if there's really nothing to see here
...It's all so keen here...
Parting like the Red Sea
Amicable sailors tipping their hats to wheedle their way in to the hearts of the peasants
Butter up, give a little spring in their step
Friendship can only go so far
I see so much more now when I look at the night sky
Wondering if the stars are really billions of light years away, or if it's the other way around
Vacancy doesn't know how to lie
It's just the offspring of desolation
How can innocence be so bitter?
So much shame fastened to the tangerine walls
The colours know not to collide
It's only in our minds, he said
...he said a lot of things...
Rusted closed are the doorknobs of my soul
Heart strings improvising as bungee cords
Tight, but not tight enough
It's possible to fit through
I watched the floral wreath wilt as you entwined your hands with mine
I saw the hemp rug mummify as you pressed your warm lips to my clavicle
I watched it all, and I didn't stop it
Who could?
That feeling runs through me every time I step through the smog
An emotional mix of dry swallowing a pill and swiping notebook paper across your arm hairs
Chilling
You can picture yourself there again
A snapshot - a glimpse of light and time
A flash - a moment of perfect equilibrium
Throwing the Earth just a little more off Her axis
Some days it's wanting, some yearning, some complete and utter disgust
I've yet to reach hate
I've yet to reach a safe plateau where the very photograph of him doesn't brand tear-drop chemicals into my skin
I'm not there, no
But I can't be too far off
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