we lock eyes
and I force you
to face Fear
your soul peels
like an overripe fruit
as I lick its juices
from my fingers
whimpering pleas
poor child
begging for scraps of
Life
but not
for Living
Memories linger
as do Regrets
you hold onto this
a pitiful attempt
to keep control
but you cannot grasp
the air
and in your slow decline
how beautiful it is
to watch you
scream in silence
as my mouth meets yours
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Between the dark and the light, sanity and madness…that’s where you’ll find me. Bring coffee.
