#literate skeleton

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lady in silver and her crimson lover.

my flesh crawls in search of a sharp object,

my spine tingles in lust for the spilling of blood,

the perfect pain that helps me forget you,

her,

him,

everything.

your words still haunt me,

i cannot let them go and they refuse to release their vice grip,

they invoke panic that cannot be soothed,

they spark an internal war that cannot find peace,

they break the flood gates for tears that never dry,

they chip at the walls i've built up to keep you close,

they threaten everything about us,

and i can't handle that without the lady in silver and her crimson lover pressed to my wrist.

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gray skies.

blue skies now turn gray with the threat of thunderstorms I don't have an umbrella in the dense desert of my past failures the rain will come and bring more failures I cannot escape this is too much you are breaking me.

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prison (1)

trapped in this prison of skin and bones actions chosen by expressions and tones words spat out like sticks and stones threatening to crumble every wall without loans of reassurance that they will be built again.

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take care.

take care of where your trust lies

take care of who you spill your guts to

take care of what they know

take care of when you tell them

for you can never guarantee

that they will be there tomorrow.

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serenity.

the days are busy and chaotic and loud,

they don't stop and they seem to stretch out for years,

when only a few minutes pass by,

and i'm left to wonder if it'll ever end.

ashen gray morning skies give rise to a vibrantly gold sphere,

and its posse of ever-changing ivory pristine friends,

harsh, jagged views and the scrutiny of others do not go unnoticed,

they leave their mark and i'm left to cover up and retreat.

in a vicious hunt for a place to call my own,

to be alone and not be lonely,

to scream and not be heard,

to cry and not be seen,

a place where i cannot be found.

serenity is an elusive beast,

some may say that it lies in the land of unicorns, dragons, and magic,

others whisper of it in the crevices of a pipe,

or in the spiraling smoke from their lips,

and in the last few droplets of vodka,

perhaps she's in the gentle brush of your finger tips,

but i have yet to find her in any of the these.

darling serenity, where are you?

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cracked & hollowed bones.

bones once so sound and strong

now crack under a breath's pressure

once capable of taking on the world

now hollowed by the world itself.

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It was just for one night.

Plans created by chance,

The late night only proved to enhance,

Taunting kisses in early morning light,

Whispering promises of tomorrow for a fight,

To see who may take the first bite.

Vulnerabilities and skeletons were left at the door,

As our clothes were shed to the floor,

Butterfly wing lips and ghostly finger tips,

Our souls taking small sips,

Of this uncertainty and new change in pace,

As you found the hidden lace.

You didn't question the scars,

As the sky began to light up with stars,

My fears and worries quieted by your touch,

You didn't have to do much,

You were teasing to please,

As I failed to remember to breathe,

You were never meant to be my knight,

It was just for one night.