but if you're looking for me
barefoot in the crimson desert
a wing dangling, almost dragging
missing all its feathers, but just one
keep on, i'll be
shackled down with twilights of painless
hallucinations - your life's video flickering
a double exposure for absurdism in my own
i will rationalize
easy on the eyes
eyes on the eyes
growing on Lies
until you twist my arm back to my death valley
calling out the elephants
i fucking begged you
to shut up about
so i
leave swatches of myself needlessly for a puzzle
with an irritating picture, missing tons of pieces
the exposed guts of what's beneath burning
in the acrid pollution of nice adjectives
meant to tear it all off at once
and be festered in love
but the meat's
tough
still -
we think we're reaching out
trembling underneath sleep paralysis
under a blanket of semi-unconsciousness
the cool air of awake is unreachable, but it's
right... there...
we are pushed down
and must fearfully retreat-
wonder if we'll ever wake up
and
crawl out of the top we covered in tangles of junk
of some mysterious "protection" that began at birth
the ink drizzling from our tear ducts is a dusky forest
full of midnight pleas - cries for some kind of contact
it's primal
you've been candying in my heart since i can recall
but there is only room for one of us to fall apart
i choose me
i choose me
i don't have a choice...
did you
take shelter from my stormy dress of standoffish, undying devotion with methodical umbrellas of emotional dehydration?
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