| March Close your eyes and you're gone. Everything fades away in mixed colors that blend with the warm ocean of this sacrificial bath. Forget all the medicine blankets that crowd the closets. Sink into this beautiful moment and declare yourself an accident. You're a bird with broken wings. You're a puppet choking on its own terrible strings. Close your mind and you're gone. Settle into this fragile confrontation with fate. Proclaim your destiny a tragedy, and rearrange letters with feminine razors. Every new canvas is your therapy for pain. Swallow this fear and face your conscience. Burn away these empty promises with logical solutions. You treat frustration with little caution, and you're drifting away from the scenery that holds you. You're not fit to throw a fit because you just don't fit in. You just don't stand out. You've lost yourself (on the way home). We all have. Close your eyes and you're gone. We spread tears on plastic skin and watch the sun become our shadows. We offer you murdered flowers that fade with you. Only faster. We're here for you. We're there for you. Close your mouth and you're gone. Every tragic muscle snaps, and your heart flatlines in frightening waves. You've learned to disobey your emotions. You walk on every crack. You conceal every scar. You reveal false smiles of security. Close your fingers and you're gone. You can't hold on to anything. Everything seems to be slipping away in devastating flashes. Bright white lights through a tunnel of clouds. Rapid episodes of lonely seizures. You think you're alone. You keep thinking we've left you. Close your eyes and you're gone. Nothing compares to the success of this remarkable depression. The execution of this twisted life pollution. Chewing lead away from your verbs. Close your eyes. Breathe. And you're gone. Water invades your lungs with tremendous force. Close your eyes. Your will went limp years ago. And you're gone. You've carved longevity into cardboard. Close your eyes. All I see is red. And you're gone. It feels like love, if it were a color, would be black. Close your eyes and you're gone. I wish I could have told you. I wish I could have shown you. I want to hold you. I'm too late. You are undeniably impatient. You have my permission to hate me. Open your eyes. I am here. |
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| Copyright 2000 Khalid Quesada | ||||||||||
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