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[ssundaysunday]

and then the night sets in and you can't breathe
through the stench of the horrible things you've done
thing's gone rancid
feels like rain.

i'm just paper thin skin
you're just a broken thing
discarded in the corner
no one fucking loves you
except for me.
jesus christ love i think you deserve it all.
i wish they'd give it to you
i'm just a caged beast
i don't know why i love you
selfishly.
& then kiss you with fangs bared

you're poison
herion
you're killing me and there's nothing i want more.

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maybe white lines
will emerge in the snow
white and pure
some complex myth, virginial flush downy feathers
soft
fine
littered with rocks, shards of glass, drenched in blood

because you told, it was all just an idea.
and where do we find ourselves,
now?
i want to pluck you from the sky
your demigods eyes
leeching the daylight,
or does it pour from your mouth as you breathe.
photosynthesize.
Chasing, in loops, dragged along by some cerebral magic,
some ancient beast enshrined in the
heady smell of damp bark
the arms of the mountains
dark breath of a northern wind
some one's screaming heart.