darkness is falling, collapsing through the open windows, I follow you up the stairs and you are holding a dead body in your mouth, I say, stop, then, nevermind, but you don't know nevermind and the body stands up. I have a memory of Scheherazade cradling her wineglass, about to laugh to laugh, I hold your hand, to laugh, I open your ribs, laugh, spread your intestines, read the signs, I am holding the darkness between my finger and thumb, rubbing it against my lips, singing softly. |
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