i burst and i am no more.
i make myself dead, invisible, shut off.
our aborted kiss is bubbling over my edges-
i have murdered it the way i have murdered myself
an assassination every time you near yourself
a sickness it is, when out come the sudden sparks& electric wisps of
the itch itch itching i pretend is not there
it exists when my eyes are in the rest. when i dream you up and finish you off
i am safe there, i cannot feel the slashing of you and our parting
birthing new separate lives in dirty air
i've been gutted one, two, too many times- i'd rather keep it sealed up
locked up, the way i lock myself up.
with you i am dead.
i shut my eyes, i resurrect.

10/20/2004

Author's Note: When you have to fake it to survive.

Posted on 10/21/2004
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