The ghost that I used to
call my friends ran from
their home in my closet
only to tear me apart with
their truth,
my life is a disaster,
an earthquake waiting to
happen.
His smile built me up like
the Eifel Tower and his
words slashed my face
with a knife,
tell me why I gave satan
another chance?
My life is spiraling out
of control, and
there is not enough
beauty to prostrate.

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You looked at me like you were insulted I hadn't noticed,
when I asked what it was that you carried around your neck.
As you pulled the pendent out from under your shirt,
you said you'd been wearing it all week.
But I already knew.
I'd been staring at the cord it's on,
wanting to feel it between my fingers all week --
and have the dark hair on the back of your neck brush my hands.
I'd been seeing it for days from behind you and beside you.
I can't help but notice you constantly, hourly,
so of course I saw the black cord around your neck.

there was a boy
in the horizon
so bright
as if riding
the sun

there was a boy
in the horizon
standing with
whom he called
angel

there was a boy
in the horizon
oh helios,
he was
steaming

there was a boy
in the horizon
shining too bright
compared to my
dim light

oh honey (my dear)
it was a reasonably peaceful end, (my dear)
it was a drunken swallow, (my dear)
so why are sweating, (my dear)?

oh child (my, dear)
you must have swallowed Egypt (my, dear)
you look thinner than ever (my, dear)
you've let it go to pieces (my, dear)

you’re cold and contemplative
you’re no one to relate to
your skin is made of iron, (my dear)
your tongue is little sulfur (my dear)

i cannot see you breathing
i’m waiting for the touchdown
you broke it like a banshee (my, dear)
you skidded into midnight (my dear)

your eyes are little babies
your eyes are little babies crying
your eyes were made of nettles
the nettle green is
dying.