soixante-cinq // heartbreak

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corrosive breaths
escape my screaming lungs;
they are sawing
my dehydrated throat
until red juice is a familiar taste,
a preferred beverage 

i was once a blossoming fruit
but, now, the liquid has slithered
into a poison
and
the serpent of my soul
ferociously battles the siblings
in my mind

acidic droplets
cloud my vision,
each sizzling tear
damaging the glass
but, fear not,
it has not smashed
yet

a deadly potion
concocted in your mind
and served from your tongue:
the chemicals have corrupted
my governed body
and s o m e h o w 
i still miss you
with every fibre of my broken being

the voices in my head
are the mere company present
in this eternity. . .
and they tell me i'm a fool

oh  f u c k
my scarred heart
beats rapidly for you -
even the thought of you
tears my being apart

o.r

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