red ribbon fall
from the mirror by the shore
where we were balcony
to orchestra
photo booth memory
next to my drivers license
explode the moon
and you'll see me
in an acrylic shade of blue
a crescent smile
lays dead in the sand
torturing my insides
cutting through flesh
removing the pancreas
then the liver
and then the brain
stroke the rear of my neck
with fingers and colourful little designs at the tips
lull me in your arms
my silver darling
my destroyer
my flare of the sun
yellow tape
to seal off the street you live on
i have these nude pictures of you
that i need to see from time to time
and it feels so wrong
just like my life
you're so far away now
i remember pigtails bound in red ribbon
saying more than words ever could
the last sunset
the last beautiful thing in this shit-hole of a world
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The imagery in this is startling and not unlike being kicked in the face. I likes.
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