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tear-stained pillowcases

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Published: Nov 2, 2010

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^{i can't breathe.
                   every breath i take
                   my heart screams;
                            resists.
                    i can't breathe.
                             you are my
                            atmosphere;
                               my air.
                         i can't breathe.
                              it's so so cold out
                                my veins are
                                     frozen.
                             i can't breathe.
                                  i still can't see
                                     my breath
                                       though.
                           i can't breathe.
                                   you were my
                                  small pocket of
                                      oxygen.
                         i can't breathe.
                    do you hear me darling?
                              this oxygen tank
                                   won't last...
                                   ..forever.

         i'll brush my hair too many times
         and put on the only gas mask i have.
              you see, my respiratory lives in fear
              {there's this poison in the atmosphere}

                           and i'm d   r   o   w   n   i   n     g       *    ;     .

so i'll hold my breath
count down from 10
maybe 11 or 12

   let's see.
   how long this lasts

              i lost all reason in counting how many days since this started.

              after all, days measure how when the sun goes through the cycle
              of rising and setting.

                        this doesn't matter because you're always in my sky.

              [once upon a time, there was a girl that wished she could grow old
                   with a certain special someone.]

              even if i lost my memory, i could

              never.

                     forget.

                             you.

   let's see.
   when my lungs collapse.

              there's this butterfly fluttering inside with your name
              e   t   c   h   e   d on its translucent solar-powered wings.

                        the inside of my lungs don't see the light of day anymore.

              [i'm not breathing sunshine. inject it in my veins.]

              once upon a time a girl overdosed on a burning ball of gas in the sky.
             good thing there aren't any needles in my reach right now.

                        that butterfly can't fly anymore.

              how did i survive before when it was only a caterpillar?

   let's see.
   when you leave.

              in this game of janga, these vertical.horizons aren't looking so easy
              to climb anymore.

              [these aren't the same rainbow-colored blocks we used to build
              our dream castles with, baby.]

              our tower is beginning to topple down. you pulled that one block out
              and now it looks like this:

              lean
               ing ;
                tow
                 er . ;
                  of ; *
                   nev `
                    er . ;
                     end
                      ing .
                       to *
                        rt ; .
                         ure.

               who's going to catch this thing?
               maybe the crows will still be perched on the top.
               they have wings anyway.

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