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They masquerade as a way to see.

By Rose LindseyPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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A ricochet

A spark

Too close to avoid

A burn

A brand searing into my bones

Why do your lips cling so heavily to my ribcage?

Why does a microscopic glint

A fracture of starlight

Echo from your eyes into my own floodgates?

They masquerade as a way to see

But I can't see

I'm blinded

You've robbed me of all direction and conscience

Fire blazes from my scalp when your fingers find their way

Weaving into my arteries

My blood

My atoms

Pulsating your fingerprints

As a constant reminder that I cannot outrun this

The only way is

Down

Deep

Dark

Heat

A volcanic tap you keep by my ear

Unplanned laughter

A whisper

A promise

A glance

Turns the knob

Hot

Hot

Hot

My brain doesn't cool until you leave

Then I'm frozen

In time

In place

In mind

In circumstance

Unable to breathe

Though you also make me suffocate

With you I'm finally comfortable in my empty space

Because when you arrive

Supernovas ignite

And I finally have something beautiful to admire

Rather than question the state of my hands

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Rose Lindsey

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