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There are blue flowers exploding in
my rib cage
I hid behind the screen, and
watched you grow up
We have the darkness,
we see ghosts in tall hats turn into
black apples
they stand next to us in our sleep

I dream of clay caves that drip water
what happened to Marco Polo
we used to play as kids
we used to drown each other in lakes

I am unconvinced.

no no
nothing slips by me
I want to be with my crape myrtles,
the purple ones in my mother's yard
You have ruined me
you plague
you witch
I will burn you
I will tear you open with my own two hands

do you
know
what you have done?

Because of you,

I cannot be happy.