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it's 4amand my heart's still beating.}
tying heart-strings with our scores set at zero.
folding our glove of black inked hearts;
we stopped lusting for kicks.
at 2.23 am, reality wasn't all it was made out to be.}
thorned through your pupils;
dropping seconds of olive breath
as i sacrificed my lungs to feed
hexing the charmed air
and bleaching the sky; a whitewash
deluge, with ivory petticoats
translucent amidst the haze;
my smoky half-moon crescents obscured
from your sight. blurring with spits
of earl-grey rubble dropping from our
forgotten eyes-- i step
away; lost into the distance.
at 3.45 am, reality ceased to exist.}
and the clouds don't fly like they used to.
the kites have fallen;
and sparrows are grounded. their wings
caught in limbo; multiple choice with all the
wrong answers, coaxed to fight or flight.
and i'm still alive.
drugs and sexdoing lines of coke off her thighs
dropping acid in my eyes
getting a shotgun from her lips
watching the curve of her hips
snorting K from her lip
eating a pill and taking a sip
from a bottle of one-fifty-one
trying to increase my fun
higher than a weather balloon
she heats the water in the spoon
and I stick the needle in my vein
wincing at the little bit of pain
her and I
until we die
taste her sweet Georgia peach
try to rhyme
a phrase like eating her vagi
na wait a minute
what was I thinkin
I'm just sinkin
deeper into her
over and over
pleasure mixed with pleasure
this can't be real
I'm high as fuck
but right now she's suck-
in my di-
d you call for another hit
hit it again and again
until her head spins
then hit it one more time
and pound that vagi pussy
There Must Be Sex In HellI like to meddle with sacrilege
Staring at myself in the mirror,
Making love to idle thoughts.
What's the worst that could happen?
If lust is a sin
There must be sex in hell.
kaleidoscope eyesno matter what they say, i'm not beautiful.
i'm an elizabethan portrait with too much artistic licence; a glossy magazine print with a trigger-happy airbrusher. my heart's a spluttering engine with bruised gears and second-hand shock absorbers; with each move my dull heart's pinball is breaking inside. each morning soft heart pumps are coaxed mercilessly as i'm kicked into gear and jump-started because that's the only way i can bypass my mind and just breathe. my vision is caught between inverted traffic signals as red mist engulfs my sight, corroding beauty into a tarnished car boot antique. my green-tinted eyes scar with envy rather than with numbing peace; gouging lust into translucent porcelain skin. i'm past being rescued. i've fallen past limbo into total submission; deploying ignorance as my only protection because i can't take it when i realise how happy you are now.
we're all average, until seen through the kaleidoscope eyes of a love-drunk fool.
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