Never the Same
Her heart was never the same after that day in June,
When I threw her mind right out the back of her skull
With powders and elixirs I conjured up from the past,
Reeling in painful delight, a tasty metamorphosis of
Chemicals to light the way home;
My hands felt like glass worms crawling on her skin that night,
The night when I could feel her heart beating in rhythm with the waning
Gibbous above, pulling the tides, bracing the rocks below me,
I fretted and waited for the idea to pass that this was to last forever,
But it stayed like a skin blight, itching and dancing in serpentine madness,
To the music of emotions.
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