Inside, Instead:
i. This Writhing Inside
ii. This Bitternaked Conversation
iii. This Soft Red Oblivion
Burning, alive, intentions blind
red sighs, lies, Xes for eyes.
A writhing begins its twist inside.
A writhing begins to twist inside.
Phantoms flicker, writhe
hues only red and gray,
Phantoms flicker and writhe inside.
While burning and blind, we could wonder why.
While burning and blind, we could cry.
While burning and blind, we could pray.
While burning and blind, we hide inside, Instead.
The moon grinds down on the twin sticks of our spines.
A column of salt cools our scars to shards;
This is the sickness of desire
This is the sickness of desire
This is the sickness
This bitternaked conversation between you and I While burning and blind, we could wonder why.
This bitternaked conversation between you and I While burning and blind, we could cry.
This bitternaked conversation between you and I While burning and blind, we could pray.
This bitternaked conversation between you and I In this soft red oblivion
The lightning outside...cuts the Earth to sand. The cooling sand...scars to glass. Glass catches the lightning creates softsharp red shards in the shape of our hands. In the shape of our hands. The hands open and cutting. The hands outside this soft red oblivion. The hands outside embrace our delicate faces, hands closed and cutting. The hands outside grasp our delicate wrists, hands clenched and cutting. The hands outside form fury, form fists, hands crimson and cutting. Hands crimson and cutting. The heart beats inside. The blood pumps outside. The heart beats inside this soft red oblivion. The heart inside hold shards instead. The heart inside this soft red oblivion. The heat inside this soft red oblivion.
We were glare, connected by a vein of silver.
We were a bared-teeth rictus of talismen.
We were the fire outside scarred shards of skin.
Now we're a bitternaked conversation, instead.
We were fingernails scratching VOODOO into glass.
We were Eminent Domain between shaking legs.
We were the skin outside cast in a slash.
Now we're causal casualties, instead.
We were furious and blindly feeding.
We were candle flames, then cobalt hands.
We were the storms outside, we were shards of lightning.
Now we're cooling crimson inside, instead.
Now we're cooling around our shards, instead.
Now we're cooling around our scars, instead.
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