Dear Wristlav,<\/p>\n
go with it,<\/p>\n
It seems that I’ve been given up to temptation,<\/p>\n
led into the slaughterhouse, making of a king’s crown,<\/p>\n
bleed out, ripple out like a stone sunk into our bitter lake of memory,<\/p>\n
painting images, mirrored like your father, but so much more majesty,<\/p>\n
encased in demonic agency, you whisper, “Oh I am not like you…” as you shed your skin to reveal his bone.<\/p>\n
I recognized you at once,<\/p>\n
cigarettes empty in your lungs, waterfall run down into your smoke-pit valley,<\/p>\n
someone did the most, and the ghosts cling to our fragility, echoing all we swore to hide.<\/p>\n
It goes away, these guilty wants and needs, subside, recede into our kingdom,<\/p>\n
Don’t you get, don’t you get that you’re the last of it?<\/p>\n
The final one, how could I ever swallow all of you,<\/p>\n
All of your burdening dreams and power, I could never build from it the way I need.<\/p>\n
I miss you as distance sinks its teeth into our thin frames, and sucks us dry,<\/p>\n
just like those lovers that beam in your eyes for two seconds and go out like a dirty flame.<\/p>\n
I can say the world is on your shoulders, and I can feel it on me, your weight,<\/p>\n
and the thin frame of us,<\/p>\n
do not lose it in a lost cause, we found home once more.<\/p>\n
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