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Published: Feb 3, 2014

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She looked at the full moon
All alone, again. Like her
Sitting asking herself when-
When were the flowers going to bloom

Drips of starlight smother
Like honey, a blimp of
Meticulous diamonds.
Her heart protested against her ribs.

But she just pushed it back in.
When tears pushed out from her eyelids
And her hands, unable to stop
Her inside to collapse

Bumper-to-bumper veins
Squeezed into a tomb of
Failing emotions, taking flight
Into a black hole of deadsong.

Glimpses of light inside
getting broken into
a silent scream.
And everything fell black.

The nectar pulses against
her flesh traitorously,
swarming her in a vile elixir
of sickening sweet.

But it's over.
She won't open her eyes anymore
as the wave of her void calls for her
Light is too perfect to be seen again

Cloaked in shattered star
tombs, the light fades,
only to be replaced by
the sensation of heartbreak again.

...Now he's holding another girl's hand
Who is happily smiling at the moon;
She stands on her tiptoes and loudly asks her
When the flowers are going to bloom.

Winter sheds its fleece
coat and basks her in its
icicle fury. With a drop,
she enters a fairytale sleep.

Over
Her death desire
No more kiss.

Goodnight.

It's in her nature.
She won't wake up again,
strangled by her own
desperation.