13-10-2012

asphyxiated,

we stand, running on pure
bliss that our hearts don’t
bleed and beat like empty

drums (i followed my shadow
into the darkness,

i followed you, coward
to where you took
my soul)

buried under the sand,
buried under the concrete,
tears are cracking the
fissures and locking

elbows into violent
submission. feeling the
powder and the bruises
of you ripping this skeleton
apart,

with bare hands( with
swollen tongues.

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