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We escape from the house as the day disappears from the sky into night. We became what we wanted to be, like a dream or a ghost. I collapsed out of turn near a house lying still in the grass, and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breath. We leave from that place soaked with sweat and the poison we drank, fill the bathtub with ice, and hope this fever will break like a heart, easily. But I do not recall all the words that were formed on those wire lips as they greeted me. A promise was made without thought as the temperature climbed, and I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it so long. Then you blink, and it's gone.
And we crawl to our sleep with the dawn, take it back. And isn't it the same mistake? There's not much you can escape, and isn't it the same? We awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm, close the blinds, and retreat until what's burning is gone, and it's light is away. Then we're back in the dark chasing nothing through backyards and trees. You ripped your shirt on a fence, but it didn't get me. Yeah, it's fear, it makes you slow, and these creatures look crooked. Their shadows cut lines through my face and the concrete is fire where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours. And I guess I'm not sure if it's fear that was born, as those awful eyes laid their claim on us. I put my hands on the fence said your name, and I started to climb. And it must have been sweat, but I drank it like wine. It was sweet, my mouth was dry. I heard your scream, but I made no reply. I can still taste it now if i try.
And we crawl to our sleep with the dawn, take it back. And isn't it the same mistake? There's not much you can escape, and isn't it the same? We awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm, close the blinds, and retreat until what's burning is gone, and it's light is away. Then we're back in the dark chasing nothing through backyards and trees. You ripped your shirt on a fence, but it didn't get me. Yeah, it's fear, it makes you slow, and these creatures look crooked. Their shadows cut lines through my face and the concrete is fire where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours. And I guess I'm not sure if it's fear that was born, as those awful eyes laid their claim on us. I put my hands on the fence said your name, and I started to climb. And it must have been sweat, but I drank it like wine. It was sweet, my mouth was dry. I heard your scream, but I made no reply. I can still taste it now if i try.