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Current mood:  blank
“why do they hate us so much?” You asked me
with monochrome rainbows in both eyes
I don't know I said, but it's going to be dark soon and we need to be ready
and click
click
loaded the last two bullets into my magazine
Years passed by, brushed by, the manes of horses that run along so quick
Close enough to break your legs if you move the wrong way
too soon.
Stand still, watch time
“Do you love me?” you asked.
Yes was yesterday, No time like the present and Tomorrow is a mystery
I thought to myself, eye to the scope, searching, searching, found
Do
you? the steel and polymer, wood and glass slam hard into my shoulder,
now we've only got two shots left. Yes I say.
Take my eyes from the
human wreckage slumped over the podium and look to my little tugboat.
'Forever,' I tell your two-tone eyes
it's not a lie if you don't really know there's truth
'Why do you hate them so much?'
Come on let's go home I say and take your hand.
her hands are Calla lillies the color of rose pink sandstone
one time you called me adorable, said I was as cute as an orphaned kitten in the rain in the mud curled up under the porch
I'm allergic to cats I said, and ran to the bathroom to paint the
bathtub with the contents of my stomach. I'm sorry I got
foodpoisoning
and made you hate me. I didn't mean to
Her thumbs weren't really green but some days her eyes were like the seedlings we used to plant on fresh graves.
'somebody around this place has to reach for the clouds,' you said.
The longer you reach for the sky and can't grab onto it the deeper the roots go that hold us down.
Every
time you think of sleep know you won't ever want to wake up and admit
to yourself she's not there next to
you. wrap me in your finest
linens, dirt nap
Over my shoulder to my face in the mirror you're asking again
'why do you hate us so much?'
It's going to be light soon and we need to be ready
and click press that last bullet in its clip
and wait...what? But over my shoulder
to my face in the mirror there's no one, there's nothing left on the corner of the bed...
She
was the girl with little monarch butterflies on her cheeks in the
summer sun, dancing around the raindrops that fell
from above.
05:34 PM
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