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Vicarious suicide

by Aaron Michael

you taste like salt.


so i know


you've been crying.


i can feel it


through your kiss,


and i know





it must be bad if


i find out that way.





your eyes darken


when you say my name.


pieces of the story


obviously fell through


the cracks i tripped on





into oblivion.


falling forever.





your pain feels


like a needle


in my arm,


draining me,


altering me,


changing me,





killing me.


vicarious suicide.





i find strands


of your hair


like memories,


weaving together to





make the rope


that you're hanging from.

07/10/2006

Posted on 07/10/2006
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael

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