fourerin
Remove the bandana from your waist, the rope around your taste, the darling birds that flutter through your head. Remove the white walls and the fray, the time on the watch that causes delay, and remember why you are here. Remember you were made for me, my dear.
I feared the iron in his blood. It gave him the power to hit, the power to stare, the power to release vile words that were more vicious than any poison I could ever swallow. That is why I feared. That is why I fear.
It's so difficult to write with this broken hand, let alone trying to conjure words beautiful enough to move the masses from a styrofoam heart. That's all I am anymore, anyway. Just the packaging for your next affair.
The gadget whirred and clicked, before pausing for a moment in her chest. "Peculiar," the machine thought out loud. "Why is her head not getting my signals?"
"Ahh," spoke the brain. "It's you again. I'm sorry, but we've decided to move on."
Why are you so robotic, my dear? You speak in a way I cannot understand. You shield your emotions and memories from the world that wants so badly to let you in, and blame it on your childhood. I did not create those people who killed your life. I did not decide to reach into the past and cause you strife. Come out of your steel cocoon.
The acoustics were impeccable, darling. It was as if your heart had leapt right into my ears, and drowned out all other thoughts in this rattled old schizophrenic nightmare. I lost you. Oh, I lost you once. But I refuse to allow our embrace to ever end from this point on. Let's live to the sound of screeching tires, and die to the anthem of a constellation.
Oh, the taste of that whiskey to his lips! It was like a warm breeze on a summer night, the curse of a thousand dying voices. They only wanted him to drink more, to feel less, to consume everything, and destroy all hope. That was the terror. Those were the monsters that still lurk in my head.
The seconds raced by as we passed each other in that hallway, that corridor of hidden eye contact, the shyness of the smiles behind our lips. We were strangers, on that day, and lovers the next, in that same passageway. There were no seconds between us but years and years, and I can't fight them off, just as you can't fight off time, though you try.
If there was a sudden announcement that the world were to end, I’d find myself heading south to a northern state, to spend our final moments in peace, together, because even though we can’t make it through the present, you will always be my apocalyptic friend
The flecks that dotted his eye were bronze in color - not from alcohol or deformation, but from some sort of gliding paintbrush, that began painting on its canvas when he was a mere child.
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