see you cloudia


i dig deeper
shed this carcass-latent skin
i smell of buried bodies
dry and porcelain
a glass eye
a blank windowpane into a nowhere sky
a black eye
a blood-stain withering within a shadow bright
and here i lay on broken dreams
finger the broken-body needs
to point the blame, to draw the faces in the ground
to pick the pieces up and down
i blow a kiss goodbye to heaven
and the wind inside my bone
begins to die as if to put things back
the way they’re supposed to go
to disappear to reappear
to desecrate to recreate
to make-believe
to make reality unheard-of
i didn’t ask to be the same
i didn’t want to be in love
and so i kiss her one last time
a promise that forever fails the make-believer
dreams shall never show the lies
that bind our hands and blind the ethers
while she may die as me
as i would die for her
as if to put things back into the way they never were




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