come around.

"october surprise"

honor is like the hawk,
sometimes it must go hooded.
the orange lights reminds me of the pumpkins
i used to carve. the silhouetted faces turn back
at me and nod. light begins to retake its straight arrow form
and that's when i feel it.

the soft glow. caress my pupils and the dilation makes my
heart beat
that much faster.

the sky is burning.
just like old times,
i dip my fingers in the cold water,
mortality, the venom embrace
the scent drifts into my nose,
it is followed by the smell of her neck
and the hair the that lies on her spine.

she says: "not now, i wanna fight fair."


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"whispers"


the night often wanders alone,
the day has left as soon as it feels unwanted.
"a dreary blanket" they say.

sometimes they speak too much.

curiosity paralleled in madness, each
stuttered word and faint heartbeat proves
my point. two clasped hands bound in plaster
our statue overlooks the ghosts we left,
near the ocean - we reside.

the night often speaks and the days pushes
its hands to its ears. it flees in silent submission.
"pieces of an antique wedding dress light the
sky" they said.

sometimes they speak too much.

the truth is that we can never
fall this far. the beauty and grace
is painted on alley walls
in broken bottle towns.
they only protagonist we can
agree on is hope.

sometimes they visit us near the sea,
carving out their names in the sand with
sad faces. though we are forever bound,
our dreams can set us free.

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