Sad Labels:
retrospect
,
suicide
,
time travel
the button. samples of skin. absolved to the results. the alien. loose costumes sink to the floor. as she tries on her stockpile of masks. feverish ghosts nervous with the frailties of men. the shivering logic of want as it gives away what it has.
pretty monsters. in their sparkling grins. the world in absolutes. fractions of how we ever came this close to each other. the fire on the ladder as she stumbled away. from small rooms. sparks pissing atoms. choices vomiting debt.
the roar of her thighs as she sinks into that carnival. the needle full of decision. the drug calm with yeses.
the instruments of her destruction talk quietly. whispers between then and now. voices underwater.
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