Is there someone in your life that you never wish to see again, but inevitably when you do, you feel your stomach drop down into your bowels and a rickety chill shake your kneecaps?
Then this is for you.
Infinite like skin taut over bones
stretching soundly an antagonist's distance.
Bitter smears entrenched in raw throats
reverberating, brief transactions
Th-th-thanks for the smokes
Brush your prints against mine once more
hollow cacophony echoes.
Doing okay?
Biting misanthropic gaze
Where's that place said you went?
Sweating out your aura:
lacuna; you claim No Vacancy.
Try to save face, parting your Red Sea
drooping eyelids lowered into the soil
your fingers crossed behind the counter
Can I help you?
Keeping time with silence
Off-beat, that used to be just fine
copulating with a mouth full of blood
spilling into a masterpiece, obscure.
But the fire crackles in this house of mirrors
turning sand to glass and back again.
The future is watching, though we can't see.
Remember me?
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Messy and unorganized. Don't care much.
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