Painted White

Painted white

And we’ll forget we existed.

Forget the perfect tones of

Our bloodshot eyes, and the

Words engrained in graphite skin.

 

Forget how we lived

For a day

[Or six]

Our entwining hands

Eyes, minds.

 

You pass me a roller.

And your hands shake, a reflection

Of mine.

 

Our lips move in unison

A final time

 

‘Paint it white’

 

 

{and I watch my words disappear}

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[TLK]

This would only work if the whole world was a page. A white page.