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You being you, of course,
chose to decorate the house
in the most distasteful manner I could imagine.
And when I knocked that
hand blown glass vase
onto the genuine oak floor
it smashed into one thousand pieces.
You cried over it for days,
some part of you mourns it still.
I put my shoes on the
Alex Dreyer sofa
when you are out
and spilt chocolate ice-cream on the
hand woven New Zealand wool rug
but I blame it on the dog.
our eyes flicker
like mating butterflies.
They talk of whispered glances
through lowered eyelashes,
delicate fingers upon cigarettes,
circling smoke accentuating our gestures
and watching the dust
dance in sunlight before us.
Jumping from skin to skin
across less than sexual,
more than sensual
blue electricity surges and sparks
only to dissipate on contact,
our fluttering hearts
must be only a small distance apart -
but we're not touching,
We never have.
On this night
the dead are no longer so.
Charon is retired
and they dance a delirious waltz
through dark city streets.
head to one side
with fleshy tendons on display
and that haunting
You cannot escape by boat,
the Styx is littered with corpses
and it is impossible to row through
this delicate decay
of pallid skin
and protruding bones.
Dead flesh is numb on the outside
and yet they claw at our boat still.
You turn to me in horror
and catch the steely glint
of my eyes
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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