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They are a collision, vengeful heartbeat incision, held between her hands crucial, paroxysmal in electric signals tattooed along her ribs— a rib stolen creation by God, and oh, how she's giving him every inch of her now, every breath signed one-of-a-kind for his gallery show.
Carbon monoxide stutter, in horripilation he finds her within those fractured spaces, cuts the divide between them in two, closer still for that threadbare clamor in her coffin-built ribs, collision of this final zenith, burning into her skin the curvature of his fingerprints.
It seeps visceral, something colossal and felt wholly, holy, pulls dopamine on the brain stem sublime for excellency,
roadomancy, tell us what the stars say.
There, brain bleeding colors soft, it washes into the nether, steals the ghosts right out of her.
Below,
below,
she is at ease, not an amalgamation of memories, harrow to confound, suffocates a dead girl dying.
Velvet altar whispers, spoken seclusion with the dead— you are not alone.
There’s a lily-pressed love sprouting in your lungs. Do you hear them bloom when you breathe?
“What a way to feel. What a way to [ be ]. Such is the harrowing loom of loving beyond, beyond, beyond.”
The bodies are testament, second-hand sins marred with her fingerprints. Admit your wrongs, confess. She hears the slip of the confessional window, a shadowed body on the other side waiting, listening.
They're all listening.
That ache in his skin, ailed behind his grin perfect, some hummed somaticism plush in her veins where she feels the twinge, those intricacies of neural screaming, like flowers pressed and killed softly, beautiful all the same.
Only God truly knows each and every breath you exhale, the horrors that bless your fingertips.
Where does your heart ache?
What are the spaces it permeates?
Where do you find love when all else fails?
Piece by ever-loving piece, he pulls her apart concave, mortician grave, just say you love me.
Rose lattice, knockout prim, glistens dew, a summer storm, unyielding.
Nyctinasty severance under heliogravure, burns her outline into
ashes,
ashes,
we all fall
down.
There are apologies wrapped in the skyline picture frames, too many blood stains bleached in mop choreography mistakes, failures held up, chin up, don’t cry.
That sigh in your chest, how it finds its way back in gasps, heart skip hitch excitement, flows crystal in the tears of your eyes when you ache.
It is both the beginning and end of all things. You are everything in between and more. What do you want to leave behind?
Give me your soft sighs, the way you hold yourself. Do you feel the terror in your bones? Oh, to be so profound and seen. You’ll watch it unravel in your very hands, because you are a god when no one is looking.
Chew on it, the way you look to others, the way you look to the sky for meaning, when you are meaning, meaning to, meaning something. And God, how your heart hurts when they don’t understand you.
Peel back your dreams, find the machinations in your blood. Don’t you know the workings of your own fate?
Bide your time— the seasons change, and you will find reason to live again.
There’s calamity in the calefaction of skin on skin, hurried particles rushing as they continue to move through bodies estuary, pulling him that siren song asunder. There’s a red light to cast them delight, darkroom printed alive, [EXIT] in the urgency of a coming storm.
Give me your hurt, what ails you. I can carry the weight for the both of us.
“Hold your heart and hush it so. The worst is coming, I tell you. Give it sanctuary, shh, give it sanctuary. For now.”
Tongue twists between her teeth, harrow needling insides from the very words she speaks.
But her soul is already off somewhere, tore away ceremonial death, graveyard bones in her skin.
He reels her in, brings her into the warmth of his hands,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his hands, his hands,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀holy are they to a sinner like her.
Go, wash the blood off your hands. Take care of yourself. There’s a cat in the living room calling your name.
Please, give me something. Tear me to pieces, give unto me the weight of the world. Pray for me, give me the strength to tear evil asunder, and I will give to you the highest praise.
He gives comfort in the crush, endorphin rush on the soft touch, blessed in holy sutures so perfect she can’t see the scars.
But she’s an animal alright, all apex caught in a bear trap, digs its teeth in on the struggle, gnaws gore scored left bleeding to limp injured— somebody put that thing out of its misery.
Visceral somata surge, arterial hammering like that dead heart beats a war drum, thump thump cerebral
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and up,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and up,
jump up, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ceiling pressure cracks for the steam, boiler room strain and boy, you’d think she was on fire.
A glance, a nod, the vampire is sitting up on her knees to find herself present, vertigo slow as she stabilizes,
rationalizes her presence in ailed space,
affrettando affect rising,
her heart come to bursting.
That sigh in your chest, how it finds its way back in gasps, heart skip hitch excitement, flows crystal in the tears of your eyes when you ache. It is both the beginning and end of all things. You are everything in between and more. What do you want to leave behind?
Does he bring you light in your darkest places? Your tenebrae, sorrows impaled— tell me, does he hold you?
Does he hold you?Taxonomic tragedy, blossom in botany, sanctum decay — hallelujah kingdom dripping with prayer, with blood, in silence.
Give it to me,
velvet ache in your bones.
Memory stark,
like leaving is the hardest part.
And sometimes, it is.