Friday, July 3, 2009

catch her in the rye

pretty you, full of sin
bleed out & tourniquet
soft shards of porcelain
spill of of dead cells that you wear
when you go to bed
warm hearts & severed wrists
soft lips that guide your kiss
eyes hung in consequence
these are the last breaths that you get
while you second guess
elbows & clavicles
dressed in white chemicals
cast tongues in fairy tales that you've feared
since you were a kid
elbows & clavicles
miracles inside of us
cast tongues in chemistry sets that set your heart on fire

pretty you, full of holes
nearly invisible
oceans of eyeliner
spill out of dead eyes that you wear
when you look ahead
warm hearts & severed wrists
soft suicidal bliss
limbs slung in consequence
these are the last words you force out
from inside a kiss
elbows & clavicles
dressed in white chemicals
cast tongues in fairy tales that you've feared
since you were a kid
elbows & clavicles
miracles inside of us
cast tongues in chemistry sets that set your heart on fire

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