[Poetry] Untitled 1.6

[yukiko_neechan]

the links are rusting
on the childhood swings we used to like
the fall is creeping
over this wasted land

my fingers close
around air tinged with bitterness
and i taste nothing
when my lips take yours

the world has frozen over
don't you know, jie jie
and the twenty bottles of beer
just don't do it for me anymore

i look in the mirror
at a pale dusty ghost
and she looks back
with wetness in her eyes i don't feel

you are my catalyst
you closed, bewildered princess
you are my catharsis
like hating me from far away

do not look for a story here, my friend
i am empty of soothing fiction
do not look for comfort here, stranger
the paramedics have come and gone, not having saved me

alone in your ice
your vice grows into a tumor
grows slow like the row of roses
on my mother's front lawn when we were six

and i turn back once more
to glance at your fallen gaze
to see your tears splatter in the mud
to see you... to see you

and i close my eyes
against the image in the mirror
and i'm back in my room
reading about you from the safety of a story book

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