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[Guest Heart Like A Hole]

almost here, the saddest day of the year...

will you be waiting for me, as always, in the bathroom mirror?

i'm beginning to fear

the dreams that rise

and pierce my eyes

oh, i don't want to sleep

and find you looming over me

 

did you know that when you died

you took my heart along for the ride

i see the things you must have seen

blood pools on the ground

i'll never be clean

you're haunting me

and soon the time will be here

i wish you weren't so near

 

i can feel all that you felt

smell the things you must have smelt

i taste your blood inside my mouth

it's taken me so many years

and i still can't figure it out

how you can be gone

and still live right here

inside my skin

on this, the saddest day of the year

your eyes find mine in the bathroom mirror

my lips quiver in fear

will you never leave me

don't you know you grieve me

with all the screams i cannot hear

on this,

the saddest day of the year

[Gyrfalcon]

*Gyr applauds* Excellent poetry, Porcelain. *smile*

[Guest Minta Rose]

Rah! for resonance. Rah! for poisonous memories and the poisoners who give them. Rah! for exorcisms.

 

--Tzimfemme, the naked

In the spring a young maid's fancy lightly turns to paranoia