Ante Meridiem

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All In Love

a.m.

I am

Waking up.

I feel the vibrations of

your mention through the keyboard.

my heart on your strings,

I dance,

I gasp,

I

a.m.

Taking my shower.

to scour my skin of your touch.

so long ago,

I am so out of touch--

but it's still...

a.m.

in stages of mourning for the lost,

almost-love.

morning in

bitter

happy

twisted

anxiety:

a sort-of-love funeral in

a.m.

don't taste my name again--

don't pull my strings again--

don't wake me up again.



your words vibrating over the keyboard,

vibratos of long-past longing

taste so bittersweet on my tongue...

your mention,

tastes

so

cold.

a.m. no more.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hopefully this will be the last of the poetic mentions of my liaison with an angel of death.

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When considering angel's of death, I have been through their calamity. I know this persona, I have might actually encountered, an accomplice of your demons and their malice. Heartache is far more dangerous and can be attributed to demons such as heartbreakers. Heartbreak is a mysterious illness. Keep writing when you feel the need.
Peace
Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot