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She called with a foreign tongue, check the phone.
Right number. Butterfly wings painting my insides.
Her Death dialect spoke of good days gone. long goodbyes
Sticky like first kisses deep chocolate.
I come for her with wings aflame. Last time I was
too late, when you swallowed the pill bottles contents hoping
you would sleep forever.
I was so upset… when I saw your eyes roll back, and I realized
you didn’t leave me any… so we could dream together
Not this time. Shaking hands searching for keys, before kicking the front door
Splinters airborne wooden rain
The horror of silence. the unknown so free so blank.
My chest exhaling locomotive puffs of fear.
Bathroom door knocking, screaming, breaking.
My heart knocking, screaming, breaking.