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her back rests against the rear wheel of what brings her here legs drawn as close to her chest, keep the warmth in her damp cheeks unnatural one drag off of it her lips leave the memory her lungs hold in the past release wet lashes point upward to the sky that never changes the left thumb flicks cherry burns her thigh no matter her body is numb anyways the air runs through her fingers anxious to hold on but always letting go sliding through her hair, across her neck slow smile opens her face she bites her lip as she stands shakily to face the reality that rejects her bringing her fingers to her lips again one last hit to

Her words are embers. She speaks of igniting, yet she hears the damp that cools her raging mouth. Rain sizzles on those lips to create a new sensation. However, if she cools off her tongue, blisters will form anew- tasting only of uncertainty and kiwis. Kiwis are full of irony. They hide what is pleasant with a spider-like mask. Biting through that cover will reveal a non-existent flavor- Her bittersweet blood from biting back anger. Her tongue will ripen to be a river. A pool of black-speckled green blood is the source that slowly turns the steaming river to blue. The conquering burns of the past are melted to drip down i

side by side not looking at him, she cant look at him his touch blinds her              she can only feel the warmth that spreads into her        envelops her being her hands are shaking  his hands are damp one glance over                      his eyes meet hers  not even an inch away now       she smells the sweat       on his brow it turns black now senses aware of parted lips his right hand     the back of her neck        his warm breath          an uncomfortable futon            pantene pro-v     moving closer      her hips    salt water     tangled hair a button, two wait                    

i see the same words on the same blinking screen boiling over one phrase, one statement you make my eyes tremble over what you let yourself say how can you can you send me barbs ending each letter accusations without wording them without emotion to heal to forgive means to love your blank stare is hate disguised in apathy and regret