cheeks dent inward as she draws the alcohol
through the little black straw
an eternity there
a tiny moment
a flicker of a light bulb
the batting of her light-brown eyes
we talk palahniuk and love
and misanthropy
i remember
her eyes overflowing
like a soul melting and emptying out
god has no place in her heart
no right
there was a glowing white carriage
like a constellation in the sky
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