April 16, 2005

not breathing back,
kicked with open eyes,
butterfly kiss.

twisted wrist red,
bloodied eyes,
affectionate teeth marks.

these are things she dreams of, slumber softly. tread like trekking trailblazers through twisting tracks, trip up and fall down, spiral through and through.
spit out your broken teeth and swallow down the blood.
suck in your stomach and stick out your chest.

sucker punch, sucker love, sucker life. pucker up and take the blow, sit back and eat up the crumbs. charming crags of thought, bolting through the spine.

sleep on your hand, listen to the heart beat.
because there’s nothing else to do.
and there’s everything else to lose.

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