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Blood pumps through the veins, Quicker for the poison she drowns herself in just to make it through the day. Toxic exhales from between crimson, The paint that hides the frown and the late night tears A mask to hide her fears. Spiderwebs in her conversations, Just so she can keep breathing whilst the waters encircle Threatening to pull and entrap. The story is full of plot holes. Different emotions fighting to change the script each time To the point where it's now a blur. Twelve months trapped in a purgatory Of her own god damn creation even though they all said It was a precarious rose-tinted wish. Simply going through the motion

it meant little to her, she told me as much but I loved her more each time. on the rug, her bed mine. and before in the summer I drove almost two hours at four in the morning to watch the sun rise over a bench with her. that empty highway splashed in glass. her neighborhood with yellow reeds all tidy in rows. blackberries by her door. it would be something like a pilgrimage, if Mecca involved having sex in your car. or terribly planned picnics (who knew spiders loved sandwiches!) laughing shirtless in the grass. I find her red hair in my shower the echoes of her sleep have sewn themselves into the depths of my mattress. if I don't