Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | страница 68

Chad Johnson
Skinny Love
Sophia O’Donnel
i. [i eat all that i am]
1am: “what was that moment before our eyes?” i ask you, never hope for
words back. the general discourse shifts to ugly things: my lack of heart /
ghost fragmented memory / slighted existence. you tangle me with thorned
vines, breath as putrid as ever and swear that you will do me right despite
the ribcaged reality encompassing us. the uglier we grow, the lovelier my
sickness seems and if you are what treads lightly over my grave then i will
swallow you whole (leave nothing besides a serious mess/maybe two).
2am: daydream thoughts aside, i wanted us to last this lifetime, maybe
more. a jaw still aching from two lovers ago—others beg me to reconsider,
stress that i am a spiralling galaxy, another milky way all on its own, but
do not understand the hunger that stretches past my outermost stars. you
do not see such thoughts, dig my grave a hundred years too early (maybe
mine, most likely your own), learn not to scream from a snapped neck.
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