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(from the perspective of perfect question marks and warm sheets)
June 29, 2014
This is one of those days
Where my demons are haunting
I have left
Right in the middle of the process
When you were working your way
To stitch each star
Into strings of constellation
I have left your heart rotting with maggots
Like I have forgotten
The ash-stain on the linens
Tears and ash-wishes said their verdict
My Hansel and Gretel bits of bread
Nourished the filthy crows
In their blood-soaked feet
Leaving no trace of home
Only skeletons nailed on wooden cross
Along the narrow path
Eerie and creepy
I set the button on slow-motion
Tasting the pain you have long inflicted
Inserting the word tangible
Into the descriptions of my taste buds
Licked every blood dripping
From your very flesh
Until my heart became
The legendary graveyard
Of your bitter-sweet memories
