Thursday 10/27/2016 11:58:00 PM

silence presses. softly spent in cardboard gowns. the paper dolls find their legs. in discarded scissors. in dried up markers. the end wears her face. though masks are missing.

the fever burns. the disease defines. it's often dark. that's the fundamental cruelty of life.

let me see. i almost can. find the surface. swimming in this pale apocalypse. purchasing the end of the world in scrapes and bruises.

you're mine to love. or to abandon. such is the nature of our sickness. you're mine. and i am yours.

to complete. to ache for. to destroy.

sometimes it rains. that's everyone's truth.

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