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Unpatchable
Is this genuine or another effigy of the Ghost of Separation Future?
We’ve had enough false ends to agitate Peter Jackson.
This one feels different, though.
We must test him with laceration:
Whether he bleeds or straws will be the sign.
I wail as I cradle the scarlet arm
Of our final moments together.
The embers of your hair glow and grow between my fingertips
For one last time.
Who will I call on while at work just to exhale “I love you?”
Whose pale lips will meet me when I awaken?
Whose taste and sweet aroma will linger on my numb tongue?
What precious tight curves will my trembling hands grope in the night?
It won’t be long before
The blackened mucus memories begin to claw up my throat
Pouring over my limp jaw for all to see, hear, and ignore.
It won’t be long before
I am chewing the same piece of gum for six hours at a time
Attempting to quench the large and empty desert of my desire.
Is this genuine or another effigy of the Ghost of Separation Future?
We’ve had enough false ends to agitate Peter Jackson.
This one feels different, though.
We must test him with laceration:
Whether he bleeds or straws will be the sign.
I wail as I cradle the scarlet arm
Of our final moments together.
The embers of your hair glow and grow between my fingertips
For one last time.
Who will I call on while at work just to exhale “I love you?”
Whose pale lips will meet me when I awaken?
Whose taste and sweet aroma will linger on my numb tongue?
What precious tight curves will my trembling hands grope in the night?
It won’t be long before
The blackened mucus memories begin to claw up my throat
Pouring over my limp jaw for all to see, hear, and ignore.
It won’t be long before
I am chewing the same piece of gum for six hours at a time
Attempting to quench the large and empty desert of my desire.