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skeleton wire and a manic smile
There is air where flesh used to be
fabric falling of wire frame bones
I remember when you used to wear yourself
with arrogance and pride
and now you’re so coat hanger strung
there is little of the old you left
You smile like madness
and I could almost be forgiven
for believing the lies that slip from your lips
when you tell me you’re happy
your eyes full of stars
when there are no stars burning
The long night ahead looks like an adventure
and I’ve been there enough times
to let it take me for a fool
when the chips are down
and Russian roulette
shines with the bling of the game
never mind that the gamble is life
and the trigger you’re pulling
it hiding up under your chin
with the promise of cosmic blood splatters
on the ceiling
I don’t know you anymore
but I remember the displacements
that looked like suicide
the text messages long lost to technology
but not to the memory of my mind
This place isn’t reality
and the space you’re floating in has no end
but the gravity of oncoming planets
that will break every bone in your body
when you come to crash
and expect me to be there to cushion the fall
everyone but you could see coming
© Indie Adams 2014
fabric falling of wire frame bones
I remember when you used to wear yourself
with arrogance and pride
and now you’re so coat hanger strung
there is little of the old you left
You smile like madness
and I could almost be forgiven
for believing the lies that slip from your lips
when you tell me you’re happy
your eyes full of stars
when there are no stars burning
The long night ahead looks like an adventure
and I’ve been there enough times
to let it take me for a fool
when the chips are down
and Russian roulette
shines with the bling of the game
never mind that the gamble is life
and the trigger you’re pulling
it hiding up under your chin
with the promise of cosmic blood splatters
on the ceiling
I don’t know you anymore
but I remember the displacements
that looked like suicide
the text messages long lost to technology
but not to the memory of my mind
This place isn’t reality
and the space you’re floating in has no end
but the gravity of oncoming planets
that will break every bone in your body
when you come to crash
and expect me to be there to cushion the fall
everyone but you could see coming
© Indie Adams 2014
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