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For all my buttons there is one that was never brushed before
The untouched dormant rock
Now tapped and pulsating
Your finger was a key that unlocked me
Vision sharpened with my raised cheekbones
A strop to a dulled personality
A whetstone for wit
It became nearly too bright too handle
And in blind glory I see better than I ever have before

I'll wrap my arms around you
And take any of your pain to my forearms
Collect more punctures and purples
And I will leave this now beautiful world before you
For surely it'll be the last thing I do
Should you defy me and make your exit prior to mine
I will chase you underground so soon
Your lack of pulse will only seem a pause between heartbeats
As mine can't function without yours.

Viscosity

I'll wake suddenly in the night
Drenched
And also sweating
Your blood seeking my blood
With the iron rolling through my veins 
Pulling me out of bed

Willing you to share in my fever that gets you behind the wheel
And driving straight into me
While I'm running on the heartbeat of an anxious metronome
Wanting to run all over you

Please
Crash into me like a tidal wave
Made with the violence of a monsoon

I beg you to let me bathe my hot fingers into your skin
And you're welcome to do the same

Help me with my own tide to carry it all away

Childhood psychology

And often as faulty as a house aged a hundred years,
Sketchy and light and like boards in the attic
You were afraid to step on for fear that they were rotten
When you thought they could hold your weight.
I am terrified of stepping over that catching line,
I am 4 years old and afraid of the closet darkness,
But I want to touch that forbidden phantom
Swaying a shadowy invitation
That may be as harmless and warm
Fetching as that fleece sweater
I forgot about that reminds me of everything I love so.
Soft and inviting, but I am pinned to a prison like bed in a comforter
That's not living up to it's name.

I can't hear shit.

With lock step ease and equal parts compulsion
I couldn't disengage from eye contact across a loud and crowded room
The shock or finding my gaze already met
Might strike me deaf before the sound system

Shaky start

What most would call dreams I name nightmares
Waking up sad after nights in past arms
Offers no relief
When I spend nights in blood
Screaming for someone to help me dial 911
I wake up with the peace of not being in pieces

It's not like I'm drowning serpents in my spare time.

Slick slipper

slippery snake snicker

flicker

fall into a whole

to flood

faster

never hear you hiss again

Merry Christmas, bee tee dubs.

Your actions were screaming so hard I never heard your empty words

Falling like paper parchment

Colliding with dry wispy leaves of what's left of me

After the storm of your whim tore me apart

Optimism Prime

Revamp(ire)

Reboot life via telephone wire

Call on yourself

To be someone else

Suck your old life out of black veins

Spit in scarlet and new

Cold and quiet and leaving that old corpse blue

I never take pictures, not even on Halloween

We went to all the trouble of dressing up troubling

A special pocket in the purse, snug home for the camera

Where it sat all night; neglected

Finding ourselves too busy making memories

Letting them run free of capture

Going to Court

12 or 6
Jurors or pallbearers
Die or be judged?
I'll take my chances on double the enemies
And risk being hung anyway.

Good Intentions.

Wouldn't it be nice if everyone's heart was in the right place?

No.

Those places are never the same

And stretch from me to Lucifer

What is that road to Hell paved with again?

Stress is like

and then I asked why you were taking the turns so hard? like a skier veering back and forth on slopes over snow instead of roller skates over roadkill instead of blades over ice instead of wheels over slick asphalt instead of talking there is only acceleration of the needle on the speedometer and the beat of my temples to pulse and my voice. The engine only got louder fighting with the broken radio and the cliff only got closer and then

Actual conversations are naturally the best kinds.

"You know Mom, when Dad is wasted, he goes through with wrestling with the dog, he doesn't just stand there, bluffing."