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the moon has craters too
On starless nights,
I wake up in a cold sweat
with it lodged
in the canyons of my throat.
Usually, it burns a hole
through my esophagus and drips
down to my collarbone, where it ricochets
off of knobbly,
pore-soaked mountain-tops.
And lands with a splat!
On my alabaster walls,
staining them mahogany,
like your hands and the kitchen knife
And my stomach
It spills out of my cereal bowl
on rainy mornings, when gray whispers of thunder
seep through cracks in the crimson
walls of my house.
The sweet song of
lightning hangs like
a death sentence,
watching, waiting, in damp air.
the cloud bursts
And torrents of acid rain
trickle down,
Down, to
land on my face. they burn,
Oh how they burn! and
it reminds me of you
On naked streets
where the scent of sewage waltzes with
rancid desperation,
It creeps into my skin like jaundiced tar.
Whipping my lungs, sundering my bones,
it scalds holes into my arms
The same way your cigarette
torched craters into the smooth,
smooth
surface of the moon.
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