pretend, cinder, pretend

©2023 michael raven

show me a story
estranged from
all that we dream
step me out of
stretched shade
lingering lilywhite
over paper graves
call forth black
twin suns rising
locked in tides
terminus stain
most of all
don't tell me
you are lonely

riddle me with
piercing pinions'
poisoned thorns
peel back eyelids
so blind eyes see
please please please
don't utter the words:
"i am lonely"

remains in
graveyard scenes...
dancing under a
darkened moon
film on reel
leaving a celluloid
trail of shit
rolling across the floor
just as long
as i hear not a thing
about how you are

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