Metal mirrored chamber

Shadows at my six

Dreams in the revolver

Lightning round of clicks

Hammer haunts what’s hidden

Chambered scars, my heart

Uniform, illumined

Six .

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hollow . pointed

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art

you’re slowly leaving my mind

in the same way that birds leave

before a storm

heading & flying to a better~

warmer place.

Then I wonder if the birds will come back to my garden.

I guess they also fear that they’re fresh meat,

You know I don’t mind the rain, it’ll help my plants grow in splendor

#BLOOM

#RewriteMe!

Here is the link to the splendid Original work by Undermeyou:

https://theprose.com/post/270791/flourish

(Link to undermeyou's original post is below)

My mouth is, honestly,

My gate of protection.

But the rest of me knows

This is a gate of destruction

And also, perhaps is a gate of reduction.

It forces the scales on my floor

To decrease.

And my clothes

That I paid such a lot for

In dollars

Uncrease

They are hanging;

On me…

My frame like a hanger of lessening weight!

I walk the line

Between starvation and

Yearning for fullness

But always weighed down by desires and hunger.

And thrown underground;

I’m buried and covered,

While still my breath gasps

And I cry to be fed

Before my life lapses

And then I am free

From

Shakes, waffles and rolls

As the earthquake inside me,

Like canyons

In sun,

Like the milk floats away

From the mother cow’s udder

Aching and stained with ice cream on the top.

This is not what I ordered

But still take the float

And resist all the bloat!

Until, finally

I sink.

https://theprose.com/post/300090/dissipate

After evening fell, the stars arrived

After evening fell, the stars took in breaths of midnight cinder

After evening dropped into darkness, the children came to float about,

sprinkle life onto the barren stone

The powder white of the moon

The tears rolled down, dripping from porcelain

In drops of silver mercury

I raise my head

and called above

silently

Mouth open as if to scream

Begging for a taste of starlit rain

Restless, unwavering

and at last, it comes, the first

I let myself drown and absorb its radiance

The celestial crystalline coalition of melted cryogenic calling

Out of every one

I drink

Seeking contentment

Seeking fulfillment

Seeking eternity

But eventually the rains run thin

and the sky begins to close

Eventually the clouds drift away

and with the poisonous greed I am left alone

And I realize

I have taken

everything I could

even from myself

and all that’s left is rotting nothing

empty, stripped filth

The air has grown colder

the world is freezing once again

I reach out in desperation

flailing miserably

futile

fury, feverish, failure

I tear the lights down from the sky,

rip away the world

trying to find something beneath

but

the night’s already over

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Original - https://theprose.com/post/277191/zenith-nadir

I remember our skin pressed together hot at seventeen. Your breath on mine, whispers of wanton lust barely held. I remember long nights in your basement room. Kitchen lights closed, maid walking in on us. We laughed, and you pushed harder. I moan. Like a kitten purring for another stroke, I remember. Lazy days in my bed behind a locked door. Rays of sunrise through the curtains. Your eyes, glowing with passion. I remember the sun bringing your freckles out to play and toasting my skin to your favorite shade of me. Pushed to the wall in a dark alleyway. No one's around. My mouth wrapped on you, sucking, loving how you moan my name. I remember your fingers creeping inside of me playful on train rides to the city. Both a little excited. One weakens, the other strengthens. Your mouth sleepy on my own and your arms pulling me into the cradle of dreams. You were so beautiful. And I remember waking from the dream in a desperate fever. Dead phone lines. Cold, cold eyes. Unanswered letters. Unread voice messages. Lonely sheets. Wet pilows, from tears unstoppable. Hands wanting to reach out, but never finding something to hold on to. It was like how we first started. Sweet. Painful. And bruised love thrown to its knees. The floor its only brace. Once again, left alone. Escape, I found in books. I could stay here. I could go away. You were like the stars, following me wherever I go. Tonight was just another, of many more to bear. Sheets hugging me as I cry myself to sleep. Lost in memories. Lost in the love only you can fill. Hope will find me tomorrow. It's time to try again. The sun rises, the snow drifting in as summer disappeared. I smile. What I lost with you, I'll find within me. I rise.

I miss you like the rain must miss the sea. Like moisture that got removed from the body and travelled upward to form a cloud. The cloud drifted slowly away and all I could do was watch until it was out of sight.

The cloud joined other clouds and turned the sky grey. Eventually it became a storm. The sky flashed in the distance.

I knew the rain was coming down, back to the body. To be whole again. I also knew that the next storm was coming, and you’d be gone.

I miss you like the rain must miss the sea. Do you miss me?

While I slept, you found your way above me and held onto my throat with your heartless hands.

“Please stop!!” I begged you to withdraw.

The classic, evil, sadistic smile etched your face. You looked like a complete maniac.

“Why should I?”

“Because you and I, we’re literally the same person”.. I yelled with my broken, coughing tone.

“Then why do I want to kill you?”

You made the kind of face which people make when playing dumb, and you were playing an insane amount of dumb, you knew why you wanted to take away my life, and I totally understand, afterall, we are the same person.

.

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I wanted to say why, but my voice would’t let me.

You broke the silence...” I don’t like you, and you don’t deserve to live”

I thought “If I die, you’d die too...”

And that was it, the death of two personalities, but one human.

Original writing:

https://theprose.com/challenge/8987/best

If I could take your addiction, I’d press my lips to yours and let it slither in like a hunting snake. I palmed the cigarette from your pack, palmed it, lit it, smoked it. It burnt my throat. It hurt. I didn’t ask for another. I crushed the pills from your pocket. Crushed them. You always looked so beautiful with your head down. Head down and nose against the glass of the table. I breathed in. Like you, it was euphoric. But my nose bled the next day, dripped onto my favorite pillow. Once white, once pure, now stained. Eyes red, my head is in your lap, I don't sleep in my own bed. I need you, I want you, I have to have you. Itches. My skin itches. I'm sweating but shivering, the light is off, the blinds are drawn, where did you go? You've been gone. I palmed a cigarette from my pack, I palmed it, I lit it, smoked it. It burnt my throat. It filled my lungs. I lit another, trading one addiction for another. Kissing my illness into my new lover.

Say it. Repeat it. Again. My name, slick oil spill

slipped second, lost eternity, y que, qua

lengua language mylar streamers slither between my ears,

my mind molar, my syllables

verticle back stroke, aerial off shore diving

drilling deep gray cloud cavities

vacuous mouth crypt, empty lair of dust and earthen

air. Skinless. Skinning that word back again like kernels of teeth off corn

paper cuts, web-bubbled drool-dribbled

hollow human heart balloon

take flight

up

up

pop

into this cadaver swamp

if this is all there is, these fireworks of fleeting tooth marrow

then leave me

gutted like Ophelia

ephemeral museum manic pixie

frozen in toxic oil

buried on the tip of your dead tongue.