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the cosmos' vice (or maybe yours) has cracked you open like cherry wine with a corkscrew. it has twisted you inside out like rain-drenched fabric and draped you across a cloth line to drain whatever's left. hanging about the dusk of the world, you're as wanted as a defiant street cat. no one likes rebellion, certainly not from a doe-eyed scrawny twig like you.
how difficult it must be, to taste the bleak hues of existence and savor it anyway.
now, you're no more and no less than mute hypocrisy embodied in crimson blood and fragile bones ribboned together. no more than august-hot driven crazy. wilted petals wasted in the dark. ample waking emotion crawled into your mouth at birth and made itself home, is that favorable or ill-fated? your joints are pooling wax in the nefarious claws of anyone willing to accept a split matryoshka like you. what does it matter of all that life has and hasn't given you when your pricked thorns ooze heaven's blood at a sole tragic confession?
the sky was slashed in half when you were born. maybe that is why you don't reach too far.
there are days i forget i love you.
but today, your laughter works its way down my trodden spine. your tender syllables reach the ends of the universe like the delicacy of a summer's rising dawn. your hair is as soft as midnight silk sheets from when you were ten. your bronze skin is the sweltering chroma on my faded palette. today, you're more than just a someone to me. you're roadside wisdom on drizzling evenings. you're clasped hands and teasing ridicule in golden fields. you're the budded love and empathy and forgiveness in my chest. my midnight muse. the fallen barriers of heaven and the rising phoenix of hell on earth.
today i remember i love you.
