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Crash Course

may you sleep well

 propped up with yellow eyes

 ten days till halloween,

 and youve got my smile,

she said

 hidden somewhere in that bottle

 keeping me searching all night long.

 and ive got the fingers

 of pathological liars

 they trace your laugh lines

 never feeling a thing.

 ill keep it that way

 ill put it all together

 jigsaw and water,

 theyll never fit that way again.

 ive got your lips

 pressing hard against my body,

 ive got your hands

 losing everything they touch,

but when you leave me to desire

 you leave me alone too much.

 it gets so cold in november

 an icing coated asphalt,

 gray smoke and a heater.

 i forget all my lessons so easy

 im running through the course again

 and ill probably crash the same way,

 right into the guardrail,

pulling myself from the wreckage

 coughing out the glass.

 i was too drunk too remember

 but i can still feel the pieces in my skin.

 underneath it all

 its still embedded

 too deep

 too deep

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “Crash Course

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    pulling myself from the wreckage

    coughing out the glass.

    visceral is good

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