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The window rumbles
and the bricks of the cities
grow dark
as the evening
falls down.
The window rumbles
and the bricks of the cities
grow dark
as the evening
falls down.
Literature
How Fickle Love Is
She was made of circuitry and metal sheets. Each smooth plane of skin marred by the gentle swell and bubble of a weld. Oil glistened between each joint, her arms folded around my neck and she pressed silicone lips against mine. If I ignored the exposed wires on her fingertips sending shocks up my spine, I could pretend she was real. The coolness of her metal skin, coloured like flesh with strips of long-lasting paint, was something I could also ignore.
I wanted to name her, something soft and gentle. Something that would drip from my tongue and trickle down her chest. But I didn’t. She told me she was made to service me, not love me. H
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
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ambivalance
i will never be at peace
as you are
finally
because
i decided to live
even though it goes against every fiber of my being.
i miss you
i envy you
i hate you
but more than anything
i love you.
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I feel a storm coming, just from those few lines.