Tonight, I am consumed:
words spinning through veins,
blocking the oxygen to my brain
until I am asphyxiated
by consonants and connotations,
vowels a malignant tangle
like the rush of water,
the scream of sudden silence
that comes after –
Tonight, I am constructed:
a mere reflection that glimmers
once
across your pupils
before soaking into your retinas.
A paint-by-number set
you memorized years ago
and lies buried beneath
half-finished projects on your coffee table.
Tonight, I am smothered
casually, until my eyes are glassy,
my lips stiff and blue.
Shrouded in a navy comforter with a kiss
while you watch the candles burn and
eventually
all our good intentions reduce to ash.
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Mmmm... metaphor.
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