19.4.12
opiates and dark hallways
a sense of humanity the day you showed me pictures
of burn victims and cum rags
and i, naive and in between worlds
a screen of smoke and mirrors
an alibi
a senseless whore
bore
foreplay
decay
i was made of fire. you were made in hell.
setting fires, woods in winter
stolen smokes and racing trains
you were lightning and i was white water
broken knives
purple bruises and swollen lips
holes in your arm where your father
once strangled the life out of you.
i was atrophied
homosexual tendencies
spider veins and skin stretched tight over
broken bones that never healed.
and you, you left your sperm
on my prom dress
and a virus
that devoured flesh and dreams alike.
and the end came suddenly and incomplete
covered in blood and tears and holy water
scratched raw from suicidal tendencies and
dead animals
a trail of stolen stories and infected sores
i was incomplete with madness
a bonfire covered in piss and shit
and you, a deranged creature of loathing and hate
shook me off like a bad case of fleas.
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