we stick our pain with bunny ears
mix tears with pink striations
we colour far beyond the lines
to hide the dirty lesions
we laugh and cough much louder now
to choke on quick pretentions
but still we linger back and forth
the space between our visions
and soon again, we’re at standstill
to pause in quick reflection
the same amount of blood appears
between our torn midsections.
9.08 pm
June 08, 2014
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