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another fragment. I've noticed I haven't been posting the full pieces here as often as I do in a few other places around the world, but I'll try to remedy that in the coming weeks. hopefully I'll get this long ass shag trimmed out of the way and back into manageable hair. did I say that? indie kids need to learn tidiness. heh heh. but I love them.
Her hand rests on my chest,
a finger tapping to the beat of wings,
wings of a bird trapped under the muscle.
My ribs, a cage, the wings, my pulse,
but not pumping blood through my body.
When I get stabbed in the heart,
I'll bleed, and doves will fly out
made of origami paper.
I'll take her lipstick out,
and write my last letter on her mirror,
in permanent marker. Using
the lipstick to give my lips the color
I want when I die, not something
the mortician pulls out of his box.
My last thought will be tapping.
[the gun pointed my way]
Her hand rests on my chest,
a finger tapping to the beat of wings,
wings of a bird trapped under the muscle.
My ribs, a cage, the wings, my pulse,
but not pumping blood through my body.
When I get stabbed in the heart,
I'll bleed, and doves will fly out
made of origami paper.
I'll take her lipstick out,
and write my last letter on her mirror,
in permanent marker. Using
the lipstick to give my lips the color
I want when I die, not something
the mortician pulls out of his box.
My last thought will be tapping.
[the gun pointed my way]