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sugar canehe holds the gun at an angle; black body catching the dying rays of the sun. he is shaking; can't seem to breath at all. the sound of a thousands explosions echoing inside his head, splitting him into pieces of rock and cloud. the smile etched onto his face reminds her of the time she dived into the sky with her arms tied behind her back; her tongue gripped between her teeth as she laughed for nothing; as his hands tied her life into fairytales as they made love inside her bed where she never let him kill her second by second by hours. his mouth tasting like cinnamon and cloves. staring intohe smoking barrel, she cannot feel him ansugar cane
by ~ablindoutline
wraakhis wings are caught in the electric fencing fifty five feet above the ground; slowly tearing from his shoulders like leaves in autumn; from his shoulders where he used to carry the world. the current is a light beneath his skin; blood trickles from his lower lip unto his chin and then his heaving chest; circling down his legs. he can see them running over the hill, in between the buildings where he knows she still hides. where he knows he cannot reach her again. inside his clenched fists he carries loneliness away from her in vengeance as the bombs below him light the sky in crayon colours; enveloped in the cold of night. she left without hewraak
by ~ablindoutline
suffocatetap. against the glass. tap. against my head. tap. the ice against the side and the black balloon against the bordello red ceiling. tap. and her eyes wander across the floor, up the table leg and into mine. drift off again. tap. the kickstand against the drum. the brittle fingers strumming those brittle strings to her bleeding heart and the night. tap. whiskey against the insides of my mouth. down my throat. the back of my head against the naked stone wall sleeping inside the noise of a spilling mouth. tap. these splinters in my side like her love for me. and this silent stare suffocate as i try to make conversation with the dead birds outsidsuffocate
by ~ablindoutline
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- Current Residence: London
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- Favourite artist: At the moment - Anthony Gormley
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