I smiled innocently at the world while you painted icescapes inside my blood. Chemicals war between your fingertips and my skin; you’re breaking through the surface. Wine spills between our lips and paints red on the sides of our necks.
I’ve stolen our souls and melted them into the cracks of our consciences. Restless fingers reside upon triggers of loaded guns pointed straight through my heart. I’m letting black blood trickle through the filters and land on the pavement beside our dreams.
Silver nitrate spreads through my veins and my eyes shift to platinum spheres, colorblind and lost in a world of shadows. I’m desperately searching for your hands to warm my thoughts but you have become a ghost in a world of make believe.
Cello voices reverberate through my vertebrae and twist around my spinal cord with the precision of drum beats. I’m tripping and gasping and grasping for breath that eludes my shattered fingers. Are we truly beyond the arms of redemption?
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I love this line. Well written.
nice work.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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I will not play at tug o war. I'd rather play at hug o war.
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs.
Where everyone giggles, and rolls on the rug.
Where everyone kisses, and everyone grins
and everyone cuddles and everyone wins
=Mental-IllnessClub
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park that car,
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