fanfare
parade of
undead

the ice queen
returns

and she
feels
so
so
so

thank you
for being
a coward

you remind me
of what I will
tolerate
no longer

fear
has no place
in my love

you may die
with brow furrowed
mouth open
regret
running down
your brow
a last moment
of humanity

adorable

how good you
think
you
are
at destruction

when the things
you aim to destroy
withhold
their consent

stubbornly staying
together
well
and even better

but they prop up
this illusion
for the
little one
like a
participation
ribbon.

if my body
is a temple

then smash
the stained glass
melt down
golden candlesticks

rend tapestries
to shreds
just to prove
you are good
at it.

well
it may
shred your nerves

burn organs
like acid
oh
so
slowly

but at least
your pulse
races
in such a way
you cannot
deny you're alive

and sometimes
to remember
how to live
you first
must die
inside.

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i can't even
sleep in my own bed

you fed me lines
that you now
transmute
into lies

and i cannot
stand the shapes
across my ceiling
the way you
kiss me
reverently

and then
blaspheme
again
and
again
and
again

i keep waking up
like when you first left
i hear knocking
on my door
the rain against
my window
is you begging
to be let in

and i would
i would always open
my door to you
if my heart
weren't
in my throat
choking me until
a cat comes
to purr me back
to sleep

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what do you call a
samurai without honor,
wounding what he loves?