Erase me.

Your joy is my low.

You killed and charred the last months we had together. You salted the earth and now nothing but twisted and bitter plants will grow there.

Give me time and I will grown love again. In another land. Maybe you'll come find it there.

I'm surprised you eat, you sleep, you function at all.

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Just another lonely box beneath her bed.
A mark on her back a bruise in her head.
Had she fallen, had she fallen?
That is what she wished she had said.
Two traces of time were riding the spine.
Was it worth it?

He flung himself down on the sofa and turned away his face. "You have killed my love," he muttered ( Read more... )

Tread downtown ache/regret
deepen long ruts dragged through filth.
Panic's frantic, desperate and manic.
The world's spinning sideways
arcing low curves, faltering.
Remaining upright only for the resistance.

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