Leaking, pulseless wither-men
forecast stormfront microcells. Cyanide flash flood, not a dam in sight. Eviscerated leather; seeping blood, leaves a trail down the highway: skylight hemorrhage. Fourth of July all over her eyes,
fierce and violently free. Luminous blue at staggering depths, my modern Magellanic dream. Explosions of light behind her smile, elegant sincerity from pillowside whispers. Like shards of glass, the laceration of her gaze tears apart any semblance of disinterest. |
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