Footsteps


Footsteps
You are nearly as soft as the moon
But so hollow, such a broken down log.

Such anger in your heaven
The sky is not red or green
I can hear the salt on your breath
It's just the stripes, it's the taste of your shirt.
I want you to color outside the lines of my heart.

I am but a snail, nothing but disappointment.

I am the blood in the toilet
The carriage got divorced

You don't light me up anymore.

Handprints
You are still left on me somewhere

You are the warmest thing I've ever seen
You are a piece of the part of me that hated to look in the mirror,
That cruel, benevolent place.
Crush, crush, crush me.

Tear me apart with your reflective jaws.

Colors paint the world in anger
Wanting to be more than our human pupils will ever encounter.
Still empty

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