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Clouded, cold, curved glass moulds my image
All images
Over and under my eyelids
All my could-have-been's
Tyre marks and bent metal, earth and late regret
Warm flesh against mine
Entwined fingers or fractured spines filed down along asphalt
Lips and tongues dancing or exposed organs renouncing just one last throw of a life
Just to spite the true end
Just one night with true friends
Just one bite to her neck
One gasp of breath
A slow smile.
Then bring me death.
All images
Over and under my eyelids
All my could-have-been's
Tyre marks and bent metal, earth and late regret
Warm flesh against mine
Entwined fingers or fractured spines filed down along asphalt
Lips and tongues dancing or exposed organs renouncing just one last throw of a life
Just to spite the true end
Just one night with true friends
Just one bite to her neck
One gasp of breath
A slow smile.
Then bring me death.
Published 31st Jan 2018
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