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each day seems harder than the last. i find myself struggling to live to someone else's fullest potential. let the ugly deliquesce from my face. i jam these fingers down my throat in hopes that tomorrow is easier. easier than yesterday.
a book once filled of photographs, some now removed to prevent onset of pain. i've played this scenario over and over again. i cannot give or take without guilt. every step taken. the foward momentum striking nerves. every step taken. this hole widens in my chest, a vicious cycle of pain that is passed on. you passed this curse, this plague. every touch, every kiss, every embrace... deepens my scars and spreads to others. i cannot love without guilt. time does not heal, it only makes you weaker. this void lets me know i am destined to die alone.
i would lasso her like a cowboy, but my rope isnt long enough. im dying here.

a conundrum when you discover a craft so conflagrant bright that holds no answer as to why there's absence of light.
smoke-stained goggles, earhart canary in the carolina night.
and when she lifted off, it reassured my terminal fear of flight.
i never expected the slightest of turbulence.
set sail over the skies you mighty baron, and cast ripples to the west on bended knee.
in perfect smokescreen cursive, i look up to find these words so amorously scrawled along the cloudy shimmer tide: i know you can still hear me, even though you're not near me.

flail, an open arms closed eyes in bliss, to suffocate in woolen thread is a requested closure. the spark of a fireplace, mittened hands, and warm cocoa, you squiggle to fit perfectly.
i miss these quiet nights of completion with you, of completion with two. though feint spells and a lapse of pulse is the straw to spine's decay. if you struggle, take hold of petals and rip them one by one. substuting breathing for complacency. if i am left to fight another day, please don't hurt me.

i'm drawn in by your atoms, we're connected at the charge.
and tomorrow when we wake up, i'll thumb your sunspot make-up.
and reflect on the fact that your x's crossed my y's.
we coast along at warp speed in this deep black sea.
just shoreline's waste in a beachcomber's way.
neon lights are no match for hale-bopp, but let's not go through heaven's gate just yet.
because it's paradise over the weather, when it's you and me piloting spacecraft together.

She's got some dried blood underneath her fingernails. Slow, slow, slow paces, arid desert heat and a mouthful of sand. Matching bracelets of twine bound, held courteously behind her back. The sun burning down on her bare skin, turns even the bruises red. Softly sobbing, losing more body fluid, still while the men take their turns. She remembers the first song she ever sang and starts to sing it. Soft, soft, softer, even the sand starts feeling like down pillows. And for the first time in twelve years she says to to god: help me.