And when the stars vanish and the sky becomes shallow when the sun is farther away and the moon is too close
What would be your last words?
Would it be the
"I hate yous"/ constantly screamed against the microphone of your phone transferring to my, wished to be silent, speakers bouncing off of walls because of your ferocity, only because I breathed, talked, and stepped out of your invisible line?
Or would it be the
"I love yous"/ to strangers against my own bed sheets
I don't know it's hard to choose could it be the
"Countless slurs"/ tumbling from your mouth when I came home crying and "causing a scene" because I wanted to sleep in my bed, but unable to due to the sheets being soaked, the blankets a mess on the floor, and my pillows smeared in colors of the face?
I don't know what your last words would be, but I have a pretty good idea on what they wouldn't be.
LOUVR
I WILL seethe between your marrows until your own blood stream rejects my human nature
LOUVR
in the midst of the fury and petty fame I could see the pits that dwell beneath your sullen eyes, plumped lips, and your gently carved facial structures.
Beneath your collar bones that sparkle and dazzle in terrifying contours and beneath the skin that becomes elastic leather.
Between the cells that lack in nutrition and between the bones that try to break free from the ever concaving enclosure
Lays the pits I can see amongst the fury and petty fame
LOUVR
