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falling face-first from the expressionless sky above your freckled skin, looking down into my doom.
your body is the open window, ten stories high, through which i throw myself.
gleaming bone-white, the ghost of your face
rises up to greet me
rushes up to meet me
rushes in to eat me
my insides are pulverised
by the smooth curves of your lips

bludgeon me to remove this, the way it is, the way it needs to be
your space grows cold
as the scent on my sheets dissipates
the time it takes to breathe in and out
forgotten and left behind to become dull memories finally burned out
fingertips
outstretched across thousands of miles
winter

THE SEPARATION OF US. WARNING SIGNS
DOOMED FROM THE START, EVOLUTIONARY CHAINS BROKEN, POSSIBILITIES ERASED.
BITTERNESS RISES TO THE FORE.
AGAIN IN SOLITUDE DESTROYING MY NEUROLOGICAL PATHWAYS
WALKING AWAY BACKWARDS I TRIPPED ON THE CONCRETE AND SANG TO MYSELF WORDS OF SELF-CONTEMPT
TEARS ARE A MEMORY IT'S ONLY A PANG OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WHILE IT CRUMBLES BETWEEN MY TOES
'YOU'LL BE GOOD, CUZ YOU'RE ALWAYS GOOD'
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN, HE ASKS CONFUSED AND WALKS AWAY FROM HIMSELF

return to the empty womb, split wide open by the brain's capacity to fool itself.
believing that there is a chance in hell, i ride the eye's waveform to the soft skin of your lower back, protruding.
my hands are rough and scarred but they become as soft as silk as your flesh turns them into instruments of death
and your mouth calls to me to fall in, spilling downward into the chasm of your throat and exploding against the rocky canyon walls
as i tumble without end in silence grasping at you hair for a handhold that never comes.
my will manifests too late and trapped in time, we tumble together, a game of sorts with parrying blades,
invisible to the naked eye this goes on and on with no resolution.
we dare not speak the words because the atmosphere will disintegrate if my true intentions are intoned.

you are staring into the eyes of someone whose every curve and corner is burned into your memory. you remember the smell of their skin, the heat of their body. the taste of their sweat, the scent of their genitals and their anus lives within you. every detail and inch of them, every tiny frail hair on their arms and the surface of their body, the contours of their face, every scar and pore and eyelash is a part of you.
they walk past you on the street and you barely recognise them.