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You held me in sight
For the first time
I thought I was seeing the sun light
Backing up against the wall through the
Biggest dark night I ever saw
And the tips touched every bit
The vastness took my breath away
I didn’t know the night
Could ever look in such bliss
When all I remembered was when the sadness
Struck me first

The Venetian curtains billow around
Waving their tips so they won’t touch the hollow
Ground
The whisper in their movements
To wield me away
Stuck to their chains
A metal device far too human to be explained
We are not grown-ups
So don’t ask me for a reason when
I decide to break down
And sing sad verses back to the moon

You get me everytime
Even your knee could
Send me into a spasm
And I swear not to directly
Look into the ghosts’ eye
Because you might
Freeze me

I’ll turn to stone a thousand times over
For you
But before you bring the hammer
I’ll have the gun cocked to my own head
Before you light the fire
I would have downed the gasoline
Before you release the arrow from the bow
I’ll have myself plunged on some tree
Before you scream Ariel
I’ll be the foam at your feet
And before you raise the dagger
I’ll have already drunk the poison

I’m a self destruct button
I know what you do
And I now who I am
To you
If you come around a second time
I’ll already have my heart
Broken in two

I forgot your name
I’m sorry
There was more to this story that I
Remembered reading
But I’m left alone in the dark
As they close the library lights
No chance to shelve the books
I forgot to return
And I breathe—I breathe
The dark doesn’t scare me
But this wooden chair
Seems unholy
Like spirited by some maddening witch
And I am cursed to sit

I can’t get up
I won’t get up
I swallow my tongue,
My vocals glue shut
You won’t hear a single shred from me
I’ll eat my voice
Before I’ll let you know
—That I saw you standing there
And my heart spilled up like
An
Amazon River

There’s an inkling of fear upon your door
The blot drops down and you forget where
The pen has gone
It colors the carpet, spreading quickly in a virus-like formation
Bending down to survey the damage
There is a déjà vu sound
Like you’ve seen this stain before
You touch the surface and ink sticks to your skin
You remembered how the black dissipated to blue

It’s sad how much
I’ve given up
To live in this life
Full of wadded ups