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Forgotten PromisesOur hearts are cold, now.
We drank the fatal drops,
Loved until we bled.
Now we fall apart.
We long for the fire that burned between hummingbird lips,
That spark of magic.
Icicles line veins, choked with unsaid words, festering.
But this is life,
If you hurt, you feel more, they said.
Well they're right I guess.
This makes us more alive against our wills,
Like the opposite of what drew our beings together.
Turned backs and cracked hearts,
We wait, hateful.
But love will never touch us with her rosy light.
Our hearts are cold, now.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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