i.
Tonight
I want to melt the silence
between your
cloud-flecked vignettes
and ritual rejection.
You are a fallen star.
ii.
Tonight
I want to coerce
stucco and velvet
into salivating
for the bitterness
in your sulfur bones.
iii.
Tonight
I want to fit
heroin tears
between your words;
dip-dyed and mutilated
apostrophes.
iv.
Tonight
I want to exhale
every ounce of criticism
you scarred me with,
to carbonate your thoughts.
v.
This time,
white-out and sharpies
can’t make do and mend
like you said they would.
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