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Us Before the We

Old guitar wound hands

Steel chord eyes

Iron drum chest
I’ve been playing you at night
like you’ve been playing me
All those great green trees
moss creeping up your veins while you sleep
Oregon sunset, looking for a combination
East and West
But here are the hills
You knew her before me
Left for safe keeping
I didn’t want to be so selfish
But we are what we need
And my straight crooked teeth
like your sweat sweet skin, the bones that sink in
We’ve got pens in place of pipes
We’ve got lines to memorize
Scenes to play before we die
I don’t think we know what this alphabet speak
and a bottle of red wine mean
Pushing against the grain
Complicating things
to keep each other sane
You and I are just the same
If that even matters in the end
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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 “Us Before the We

  1. grizyeti ⋅

    Really enjoy the passion here.
    “but we are what we need” this is pure brilliant.

    It’s so sad, and image-rific.
    Great writing too.

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