Thursday 21 June 2012

exhale

i have.
eternally.
pulsated and done.

She would.
willingly.
pulsated and done.

I shooed.
hand waving.
whimsy and dry.

She showed.
heuristics wavering.
whimsy and dry. 

Bitter and Silent.
Aggressively Mellow.
Possessively Distant.
Upsettingly Clean.

She wiped all the pictures
and all they could mean.

my hair was pulled out
to reveal my bald head.

my kindred spirit ruled out
as the worst guidance ever.

the finger tips all burnt off
demanding a waver.

left in the dark
she examines the get out.

given bitterness to hope
she understands there's no option

to climb is to fall
and to walk is to panic

in a line we're all standing 
like a queue, all thematic.

instantly we are and aren't
instantly she is and cannot be
instantly she outshines and outscreetches and outshakes and outreaches and outbreaksup her face and outdamages tendons and outdreams of the end and outdoes you. she's better.

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