On to her tongue, a vivid neon burst of spirals.
And a vortex that not only opened, but locked you inside.
Every shadow and highlight in purples and greens.
Your skin, our skin, is the same, leather.
You bat your eyelashes and the days pass. You've lost so much.
And you look behind your back when you hear him breathing.
Laying face down in dewy grass.
Your knees are bruised from the times you've dragged behind.
Do you even remember the color of her eyes?
The shadows under water as you watched her undress from the bottom of the pool,
of blood you waded in.
Shred, like razor teeth, spines and you've been cut.
There is no end if you can't pick up your own fucking pieces.
Must you scream through the trees like a hollowed earth that has been so polluted,
so blackened that we are coughing up mounds of soil to bury her past in.
And in one strand of hair, the rainbows bring deja vous, relapse.
You fucking fiend.
july 21rd 2013
saree mcclaran
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