cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
I am a dark topaz,
Somber and silent
and golden.
The glow
I radiate
makes the jeweller
Smile
But I am still
and clear.
I am waiting
for the awkward brushing of an arm
to scatter me to the floor,
where I may match
exactly
the luminous striations
of the wood
and, in a
blindness like my own,
a heel
gently crushes
this desperate jewel
into a thousand diamonds
and I will be
Alive, alive.
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