Saturday 6/21/2014 10:42:00 PM

the edge whispers. thick with uncertainty and optimism. all melon rinds and chocolate sauce. adrift in a sea of vinegar choices.

paper flowers boast their creases as the time machine winds down.

stagnant devils in the emperor's robes.

these bodies a sickly kaleidoscope. of expectation and sweat. what isn't for purchase is still easily spent.  the pinnacle of humanity resides at the bottom of a kiss.

every touch is a fresh wound. every word a new infection.

this stubborn war still declares us. the evolution of surrender is an endless arc. an empty poison in a full cup. we drink it all, yet still we remain unquenched.

crippled demons beating their wings as the fire rises.

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