Untitled.

I've set all my bridges aflame
And taken up a new stage name.
Life without you is terrible,
Insipid, and unbearable.
Where are you now, my missing frame?
You were the different in my same.

I've found it now! I've found my fame!
My show debuted to mass acclaim.
It was a modern parable!
You were the different in my same.

I've forgotten from where I came;
I was the girl you could not tame.
Your heart will prove repairable;
You'll find a girl comparable.
In money I will drown my shame.
You were the different in my same.

Vicissitude.

Try as I might to imitate,
Forget the night I venerate -
Still, I am caught in the web I've sewn,
Callously, I stand alone.
Who could have seen this twist of fate?

There's nothing left to celebrate.
No virgin left to desecrate.
Sins for which I cannot atone...
Try as I might.

I, who the dusk does saturate
Am done taking the hook for bait.
I'll sit here, to you - unbeknown.
I'll sit - bitter - upon my throne.
It's you I cannot captivate...
Try as I might.

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Untitled.

You smelled of burning and you were covered in ash.

“Where’ve you been?”

I’m angryhurtconfused but mostly just desperatelonely.

“Busy… in real life.”

As if you weren’t as deep into this as I.
As if real life all of a sudden excluded me.

Did you want it to?

We built our crosses together but only one of us would be crucified.

My feet melted to the floor, leaving me
the swaying piece of wheat in the field,
succumbing to the wind, ready for
the sickle that would come down, ending

Everything.

Farmer, won’t you spare me this?

“I think it’s best if-“

Shuashshuash.

Your threshing words came down upon me.

“This won’t work.”

I’m confusedhurtangry but mostly just desparatelonely.

We walked to the end of the block together and you went right.
I wanted to follow you.
Better yet, I wanted you to jump inside my skin and

Fall asleep.

You expected me to follow you because it’s what I had done every time before.

I went left.

I made it home later and I too was covered in ash and smelled of burning.
I was hurtconfusedangry but mostly just lonelydesperate.

Still.
I gained strength in knowing that I went left.

I went.

And I left.

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