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As she walked across the dirty city streets
and puddles scraped her bare soles
like jagged glass sharks,
she thought to herself
'how can i be this easy?'
and why is love
so
wonderful

it hurts every time i walk through the doorframe,
smashing the splinters further into my arms
and pricking them with my fingertips,
jarring sensation that tickles my breastbone
and toes can read minds when you ask them nicely

i swallowed your ego
and choked on it thoroughly
and when you laughed and bubbled up inside me
i felt my stomach tearing the walls of my chest
like an epic battle between lost lovers
twisting and diving into the cesspits of my broken body
that i surrendered to this idealism

and when i asked
you said 'speak sweetly'
and the gurgling sound that escaped from my lips
was the only thing you'll ever remember of me

not my eyes black with dread
nor the zombie white irises
or the mouth slack and drained of wit
like a broken stinger
and the last thing you'd want to remember
was how my
fingers
stayed
in your hair.
Posted: 2007-02-04 18:13:46 UTC

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