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late nights


by FMLe


I.  November

I miss my cats and

my mom.
I am dead.

My edges are sturdy

but inside, i crumble like

four day old pie crust
that someone left in the sun,

only when someone stares

too long.



II.  December

he makes me feel like a psychopath,

like I'm raw and full of sin -
that shows red in the light, something like guilt

I can feel my body whipped,

shrunken in every hollow he left,

ragged and lacking precision.

He attacks like a dog would,

and chunks are gone from me.

The sin he dips his feet in

has to be me - filthy, sparkly thing,
a piece of broken glass

that he's stepped and

bloodied his feet on..

This lingers like a spiderweb

after the spider has been killed,
like my heart has been squished.



III. Werewolf

I dance on the roof,

it shines.  Later, you
look at me like you

would like to watch

me die as I bleed all

over you.  I am not dying

but I am lying in bed

with you.




IV.  Yellow

Yellow does nothing for me

except remind me
that it's time to end sleep
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