Sway to the rhythm of a fickle heart till our world falls apart
Cling to old memories that cut deep till we break down and weep
Saturate the sky with vibrant colors only to lose each other
Get so drunk on your lips only to cry when love slips
Pick up the pieces when there’s nothing but broken promises
Build up a new dream when there’s nothing good to redeem
But have you ever wondered why our days were numbered?
Artist: HongAn PhanTran
Muse: Ride Steady by Kristen Ashley
Central to this article is a long-standing animosity towards one’s identity. Would it be presumptuous of her to imbue the world with vitriolic comments and malicious intent?
She derides any form of arrogance while meticulously constructing the notion of ‘low self-esteem’, thereby effacing the essence of life itself. Dull, doleful eyes reflect vestiges of atrocious nightmares and thwarted ambitions. The hollow where her beating heart should occupy is rife with vileness and despair so deep and vast that every single soul nearby blackens and disintegrates into particles dirtier than feces. The inevitable corollary of such existence is oodles of foul breath that choke optimistic individuals until their lungs collapse and their throats turn red.
He was bathed in the river of gold, laying prone, hearkening to the sonorous hum of love, gory fingers no longer red. The light gilded his ethereal visage – a daffodil incarnate. Silky hair dissolved in the yellow stream like honey, like ice cream. Soulful eyes swam in eldritch brown liquid, long lashes casting dark shadows on beautiful pale skin. Black essence flowing from a small orifice in the chest spread across the smooth wooden floor, its pungent smell saturating every corner of our empty house, empty heart … my heart. The ghost of a smile lingered on his bruised lips where I remembered tasting sweat and sweet. My brother. My friend. My love. You left me all alone.
The warm timbre of his voice lay buried in my mind. I held on to words that would be forever lost. I snuggled closer to him, putting his cold arm around my waist, my forehead resting against his strong jaw. “How can something so wrong feel so right?” The blank hole where his heart had once been stared back at me, devouring me, clawing at me, and hungrily taking mine to fill his. And I would. Yes, I would. I would give everything, scooping him closer and closer, chest against chest, shaking his body with my own heartbeats. My brother. My friend. My love. You left me all alone.
His kisses felt so right that it hurt. “I’m falling apart”. My brother. My friend. My love. A desolate bird singing his own obsequies melodies. Played it lento. Lento…… A escondidas.
“We are sick. We are twisted. We are deranged…… But I want us to be free – ” The knife blade was so cold, but my blood was so warm. Amazed how tender flesh could swallow the sharp thing whole, I let out a ragged breath, but it wasn’t long before I felt so full, so complete. I knew the moment I opened my eyes again, the pain would be gone and he would have my heart. My brother. My friend…… My love.
Warning: Distressed situations. Aghast.
Dedicated to: Junei Nguyen
Mauve mists began to mantle our land.
Time to shed the masquerade, sham cachet and old shibboleths.
Time to be desolated when the last hope faded.
Time to howl and yowl when the first wind soughed.
Chanted the sepulchral mantra sans sanity.
Sadness swiftly drowned in madness.
Not an ounce of love to be roused or found.
Smashed the last dash of decency and wept with me. Our cry of grief rose to a crescendo. Our limbs tangled up like trees in a tornado.
Let they swathe in our blood and wither in disgust.
Let they munch on our flesh and be infected with parasites.
I see how sunlight melts into your soulful dark eyes
I see how clouds tangle up your wandering mind
Be mine. Be mine. Little lady. I love you.
I hear your inward sigh muting the sound of rain
I hear your toxic blood seeping from fractured veins
Be mine. Be mine. Little lady. I love you.
Your smile renders me witless. So does your sadness.
Share with me. Little lady.
Things that wound your heart. Things that tear you apart.
So when night falls, you’ll be safe with me.
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