Untitled 13
The tide sweeps in
and I'm swallowed whole
entangled in tattered endearments
I fly
the champagne fades
and my eyes are still wide
monotheistic rhythms burn
coronary bacteria
in rotted affection
artificial sweetener
nothing but lies
the ghosts swarm again
threatening to overwhelm
for my own good
they chant and howl
fragile spirit trembles
as crimson lips touch
weak against one more
false hope
empty promise
conviction spirals
sterling spine
not this time,
not this time.
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