13.9.16

true love wails

this is the story of how the wings grew and we couldn't fly out of fear, this is the story that came crawling out of your throat on a feverish night,
here are the details we promised never to tell each other again, but they have outgrown me, so this is also the chronics of defeat

you were bleeding through your legs and i said "let me take a picture of this" and you said it was ok, as long as it never made part of our novel, furthermore we would bleed so much none of us could speak again,
there was a loose tooth on one of the pages, there were people on the street proclaiming holy words and all i could think of was the memory of me naked on your damp bathroom floor, the windows so far i could swear death was a myth, and yet

death came to us on a tuesday afternoon, like bills swept under the door, when i asked you "what time is it?" and you were too busy to answer, and the shaky hands of the clock shrieked in dizziness, and every fifteen minutes the church bells would ring, the king is dead, the king is dead, true love wails through the walls, bouncing off my chest like a firework accident.

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