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I need to read less Black Butler fanfic, it's clearly putting my head in a very dark and fucked up place.
Murder in Three Parts
05.01.2012
i.
My heart jackhammers my ribs
pounding away at the
not quite bone of my sternum
with no regard for my lungs
or the other bits of viscera
that swell and subside
in a similar tempo.
But, I understand it’s fear
it’s clamoring anxiety,
wanting to occupy any place
in space and time but here.
ii.
Behind us,
the house is burning.
Lapping at the evidence
of 16 years and combing
hot fingers down the still,
golden backs of two
dead dogs and the dying,
held to their beds in
a drugged sleep.
By now, their own hearts
should have stopped
their clamouring, The lungs
wilting to stillness in the heat.
iii.
How the fire started
is hard to say.
Whether it was the
match, or the long
dry summer, or even
the ancient pine floors.
Regardless, the roof
caves in and firetruck
wheel the corner, hoses
already half unfurled.
My heart slows, and
begins the giddy
beat of freedom.
Murder in Three Parts
05.01.2012
i.
My heart jackhammers my ribs
pounding away at the
not quite bone of my sternum
with no regard for my lungs
or the other bits of viscera
that swell and subside
in a similar tempo.
But, I understand it’s fear
it’s clamoring anxiety,
wanting to occupy any place
in space and time but here.
ii.
Behind us,
the house is burning.
Lapping at the evidence
of 16 years and combing
hot fingers down the still,
golden backs of two
dead dogs and the dying,
held to their beds in
a drugged sleep.
By now, their own hearts
should have stopped
their clamouring, The lungs
wilting to stillness in the heat.
iii.
How the fire started
is hard to say.
Whether it was the
match, or the long
dry summer, or even
the ancient pine floors.
Regardless, the roof
caves in and firetruck
wheel the corner, hoses
already half unfurled.
My heart slows, and
begins the giddy
beat of freedom.