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Rose Petals

Fuck this swallow down
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I wouldn't
I couldn't
Bear to see the scar tissue across
Your perforated paper skin
It was an elephant in the room that
Had its foot on my eggshell ego

Stars danced before my eyes as your
Ethereal blood blotter morose assimilated to my tongue
And I blanched the viruses from your diffident psyche

Tears like acid cut their way through my cheeks
Before I could even molt my way through the
Segregation of our telluric swathe
And bring my trembling body to hiatus

Ichor like tar squelched through my veins
In sessions of heat and dry composure as I
Tried to relieve myself of any God like symptoms
Before my breath ceased to fog the dripping razor�s edge

I bred jealousy in my bosom as I freed your tender
Lips from the insipid viscosity of your residual gore
I wouldn't
I couldn't
Bring myself to articulate the feelings of my regret without
Pouring into the wells of my eyes a picturesque medium
Of mindless, psychosis induced humanity

To whomever I have written
Or by what(ever) it is I intend to convey
Be braced to receive the utmost incertitude
Because this elegy knows not of what it speaks
As only death of virtue could represent my unvarnished desolation