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John

Your fire red cherry draws neon lines in the dark like a sparkler. Thin smoke ribbons lead a slow dance around your theatrics. I hang onto every word, safe. My eyes completely full of you

- p.r.w.

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Doubtful of itself, my sanity whimpers.

Neurons-turned embers float down weightless

from my high's roaring flame.

Binge-born shadows, a peripheral nuisance...

Day three is always the same.

- p.r.w.

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& i'll decay;

In his mind is where I lay

dead, underneath today.

- p.r.w.

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Sour Candy

“Am I insane..”

Tires stop slowly on loose cement.

My head quickly answers me - a familiar shake.

Asking the devil once more, she tells me I’m not

as her dark, lifeless eyes meet mine

in our regular spot.

She offers the baggie to me,

sour sweet crystal rock candy.

"Why thank you.” my smiling Satanist...

my dear.

Soon shimmering dust plumes descend shaky lips,

our dark clouded souls melt into each other

and I feel solid again.

We sit still, speed. Lust. Rot.

Another sleepless night

in our regular spot.

Hell, my love

is a loose gravel parking lot.

-p.r.w.