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And on the seventh day came a sandstorm flowing over everything and when it settles there is us unshaken sculptures of war

You said that the red wine spilled on the carpet would never come out, as hard as you tried and when you scrubbed away at it your hands became stained with it, the thoughts and the stench of it and Isn't it funny how red wine is never really red, but more of an off-colour purple, (or something like that,) but your hands will always be bright red and raw and burning every time you look down Sometimes you scream and it sounds like a fox's laughter but i know its because the carpet is ruined because of the wine, and because you'll never see his face , or be able to show yours, again

Her eyes bleed for me My hands scratched at her skin and I cried out as the ichor fell from her mouth We made you scream; to feel the earth shatter and the river bend around us They are chased, caught and haunted by our bitter halo voices, and our bodies so sweet it sickens them to the core But I am an angel, like you, so why do you shake and shiver and drown us ? We are beautiful, holy horrors of the garden That you told me not to touch (You wouldn't look me in the eye after i tore my shell apart, so i ripped you away and we cried)

The space between your shoulder blades is mine, And i will write myself into your story Over and over again There is no horror here , when the darkness drags down on me it's rainglow, runs over my hands like water and i know that to stare into the sun is to be blinded but to dance under the rain? Is to be seen

Are you still afraid of thunder? Will you ask for the boats to carry you home, or do you let yourself go under? Do you still cry wolf when you picture soft shadows outside your door, so you tremble and shudder and bite them back, because they are sheep, and you are a shark in sheep's clothing. You are a hurricane, swift , but slow and so deadly, and I was caught, home in its wake I miss the way you'd laugh, like a scatter of leaves choking inside your chest, but you told me summer was always around the corner, while those leaves turned black in your heart

and i shudder under the weight of it the haunting sound of a human it settles the dust in my ears and the ringing in my palms that breaks out whenever i breathe