Once I got underwater and stayed there---
I was pretty sure that I died right there---
in that mix of sand and blood
The moonlight was a welcomed distraction
inviting me like the peripheral glance from a stranger
the one I would remember years from now
and how it was better than you
I went one by one through my knuckles
breaking each of my own fingers---
in my foolish pursuit of stifling their maturation
My eyelids were bringing me unparalleled misery
and each time they closed their curtains,
all I could see was our asymmetry
and the notion that I was good at patchwork
Breaths were few and far between
and I had the good blue cheeks,
just like the corpses I imagined before I had ever met one
And deep beneath the surface,
I tumbled slowly
the willing principal in this great descend
And there on the floor,
I died face down with the conceit about the back of my neck
and a face full of self loathing
chalk full of the sleepy hollow
laid out with a broken heart
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