I don't want to see the white line
passing through me,
drawing on the blackboard.
white powder coats your face,
gray charcoal in your mouth.
I don't want to see you smiley,
coming out of the water, all wet.
I don't want to see the hand
pass over my mouth,
with a word so shiny.
A kiss laced with
elastic tombstone lips.
-Where was her body?
-On the bed sheets?
body was a rectangle,which played with
the sheets.
I don't want to see you,
climbing on top of the bed.
The stone bed,
etching into stone,
the unfocused thought,
of your ramblings,
with a nail and hammer.
as...
Speakers in the distant,
push waves of dust,
that..
shower..
red..
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