I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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stockholm syndrome

playing peek-a-boo in a hurricane of rebel flags and lullabies she’s swallowed in his eyes where wild, dialated pupils are hung like killing moons disarming by design she’s kept and camouflaged by the fallacy of captivity a favorite among the hostages in a mood of pregnant madness conceived by brilliance and abandon with a self deprecating antagonist handsome […]

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tag

  11:11 flick off the lights let the game begin 60 second head start pupils like platters strategies like stimulants heat seeking missiles dashing past vague furniture outlines coffee table obstacles holding our breaths between bursts the dizzy chase erupting in shadows from room to room when two bodies crash together like drunken meteors pinning each […]

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