My voice is hollow, I am the aureole of the moon.
fill me up.
hurt me.
make me spit words that peel my lips back into bloodyred, again

I'm a wreck
filling silences with empty
building brick walls,
just to tear them down.
begging to feel the
blueburstintoscarlet and
course down my palms as if it were
an upsidedown river of veins.
I am seething.
I am so
fucking
angry.

Fuck You.

I could fill rooms with what I'm feeling right now.
I could fill rooms with the venomous abhorrence
I have for you.
I could fill rooms
until I felt whole again.

I wish I could ignore you.
I wish I could cut off all your circulation
and watch you turning purple.
let me be the one to close the body bag
let me be the one to kill you this time,
and not the other way around.

At this point
I'm pretty sure that vacuity is something taught,
because you seem to have it perfected
in a way that only the most brilliant of experts
could've shown you.
and baby,
you have it shining immaculate,
making it look like a fucking art.

So disregard me.
brush aside the voice
telling you how much you miss me.
dismiss and pretend that
you don't feel the same as I do.
laugh off anything that might bring us closer
shrug your shoulders and flick your eyes closed
but I will still cling to every slit of your mind,
consuming the psyche
and killing everything that might step in my path.

Everything will hit you
with such wordless impact
and I will not feel the need to reach out
to shield
or save you
from the fallout this time.

Afterall,
You fucking deserve it.

05/24/2005

Author's Note: Thank you very much, fuck you very much. [For Ed.]

Posted on 05/24/2005
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