Formidable Grief

Unusual textures, with floating hands. Strange architecture of shifting sands. Somebody somewhere is flagging a cab while back in the alley you’re getting stabbed.

Allergy nosebleeds staining wrists. Teeth filled with balls of bony fist. And you weren’t perfect but you were there. The coroner said you did your hair all up that night, all prim and tight, your form so slim and slender slightly more than shadows less than ground – glad you knew to mess around. I will never ever ever ever be this happy again.

Tetris nightclubs fade to paths. Suitable tongues for speaking maths. Earthquake jitters woke up my neighbors, saying hail marys and hoping saviors will rain like moths from night to sky and leave and breathe and fuck and die. I will never ever ever be this happy again.

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~ by perfectionatrix on June 15, 2010.

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