someone always dies

[hypnoticmonkeys]

some are born
with a fervor to extinguish themself
to end the one thing they can hold
i wish i was there with you
where you could no longer see the air in the rafters
to hear the rustling leaves
and wait for my lungs to close so
i could no longer smell the soil
a hand full of sand is nothing
once it slips through the cracks
as it inevitably will
behing the floral curtins all hung with mold
soaked in lye
that will eat your skin
and send tickles up your spine that you’d forgotten how to feel
and if i can’t sleep when the moon is full
i remember the blood between your legs
that night that passed like years
and when her viens gushed poison
she called your name
for perhaps she saw the orange light that you just missed