The Tragedy; Siren Girl

Your plastic kisses, 

I felt uncomfortable 

A Siren Girl This was all

performative and grotesque

and vulgar and... not 

in the good way 

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How it felt to hold

the fragile thing I 

couldn't quite bring myself

to want 

*

The murky swamp of

reality, where I try 

to summon up some 

sort of narrative I can

impose on the after 

*

Trapped behind your

aching? Trapped behind

the lurid words you 

offered me that weren't

the entirety? 

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The bitter agony of a

dimension I couldn't

rescue you from

Sometimes I squander

a thought 

*

on the man - who

was me - that ran away
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Do you still send those

burning flares, red comets

of a thing akin to love, 

into that sky that was

forbidden to you? A black,

clutching thing stealing

hope, crushing dreams

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And hope to see the figure

of a boy, drowning in 

the sea with you? 
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The Tragedy; Siren Girl