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spent matches She has spent matches lying all around her feet. None of them have caught anything but she has faith. I beg her not to burn. She tells me I can go with her. Both into the warm flames. It will be like magic. We will be a forest. She strikes the next match and holds it against her hand. Her eyes gleam and it catches. Her hand becomes a beacon reaching out to anyone who will spread her fire. Like ash, I linger around and I’m easily shifted by the wind. I’m the remains of what has burned down. (to top) the corner The corner is quiet, bare and white. The half-open mouths and shy child eyes all point to and reside in this quiet corner. The furniture is absent but since it was never purchased, this is no surprise. Nothing has ever been removed but everything has gone missing. We both believe this is how it's always been. Maybe one day we’ll wake up, severely wake up, and notice the absence like some minute change that's hard to detect like a fading scent. We'll live with this bone-toned corner. I'll picture flourishing orchids over there and wonder what it is you see. <(to top) doublethink I can erase your existence just with the removal of my memories. If you don't exist inside my skull then the world will forge your void. Outside of me is a world created by the way I see it. Everyone and everything is affected by me and my interpretations. The moon is never new. About every four weeks I pull it from the sky and skip it on the waves of an ocean that will never bare you from shore to shore, only swallow you on my command. The broken pieces of glass in the sky are just that, reflecting at night the light that bounces from the planet on which I live. I’ll soon remove them and have total darkness. I’ll soon remove you and have total peace. You won’t even know you’re gone until I can’t remember your name. (to top) fall out None of their eyes fit mine. I am going to close them. None of the words sound like mine. I'm going to silence them. All of these people are from my tribe. Sacrifices will soon be made. Nothing is what it was. Nothing is how I thought it would be. None of the bonds are binding. We will all drift away. (to top) solely to you. The redness in you is the redness of lips after they’ve been kissed for hours. And you reside in the sweater she wore on Christmas. You are painted gold and your gold is beautiful but it’s not solely yours. The gold you wear is the tint of blonde hair of a girl pouring two glasses of wine. Your gold is yours but it’s also the necklace that gently rests around her neck. The green in your roots is most certainly yours but it’s also the shade that leaves me entangled in her eyes. You are certainly your own being but you would be nothing without her. (to top) dissolve Exhaustion subsides to sleep and we dissolve into dreams. I hold her here but she’s not mine to keep. Exhaustion subsides to sweet sleep. She disappears to depths, I don’t know how deep, then she rises higher than spent steam. Exhaustion subsides to sleep and we dissolve into dreams. (to top) bull fighting When she runs under my red flag I stab her. She keeps charging and I keep stabbing. She will fall. The crowd will cheer. I will be the hero. In this coliseum I will become a legend and she will be the reason. |
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