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and now she'd rather forget
the horsepower of express trains
the featherweight bones at canning bridge
and the knives in the drawers of paradox apartments
shivering in the heat of an un-carved heart
she's always standing in the hot ghost of someone's car
cold-blooded
sex starved
her skin tight she's got no fight in her lungs
open mouth washed out she's figured that her revolution
was just an apocalypse
and she's practising her final pages

unsure how to use the emotions i'm still still
with your clothes on my floor she will sit still
she spills her tea again
hands shaking
heart racing
until she is still
i'll fill glasses
fill stories
fill memories
fill in
still saying we aren't playing anymore
she's sleeping in out and around
spilling pills filling empty thrills
killing any chance of sanity
i wonder if she will sit still

she forgot to save
dragged her feet around campus looking for a friend
finding nothing she goes to catch the bus but charity workers block the way
she doesn't have the words to say she always had a choice
she runs
finds a spot on the grass
working men in the distant
no money no mates
she cries oceans of salt and snot into hands and she doesn't know why
red lights drop to green
climb yellow
back to red

red eyes closed tight she crosses roads
deliberately aimless
whistles from men in cars breeze past the breeze glances her face
eyes turned downwards to shoes and cracks
looking for wasted second she feels her heart beat crack
rain crashes against concrete
eyes rise to knees then hips then lips to eyes
immediately darting away
fleeting tension
unsure of expectations
heart caught in her throat
both girls stop and stare
these feelings aren't familiar
exclusionary hypertension on thoughts of family feelings and friends
who needs to know
why not tell them
you can
it's hard
getting easier

she's scared
drawing scribbles for breath
scared of these theme-less dreams
these sex delusions
and the same old seconds unraveled
her system's insignificant
she can taste the blood on the road
but she won't know where it goes

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