Sta.sh
a. their bones have been fused together.
with each passing step, another fracture.
its humorous how their fingers and knuckles
still manage to make their way around each other.
though, the flesh will always crawl away.
b. they are skeletons now.
their hearts float above them, no longer protected by cages of ribs.
the deep, slow thuds of
heavy hearts pumping blood can no longer be heard
over the static that constantly rings through their conscience
c. joints hopelessly crank and grind against each other
conceiving powdered bone; she's kept it all in jars
her laugh is deadly as she looks upon her collection of dust particles.
each casing of glass holds another gallon of poison.
a slow dissatisfying torture.
she wished he'd just given her all of those gallons at once
then she could have ended it easily
severed whatever tie that was holding them together,
save them both of this pointless trouble.
d. he can't remember who's fault it is.
one day they just started walking,
for years they've been walking.
he didn't notice when his feet began to crumble.
she didn't care.
two skeletons are marching endlessly
following each other blindly into the non-existence.
e. revenge courses through her dried out veins.
she's awaiting the day she can finally snap his bones.
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Thrilled 
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Friends are like potatoes. If you eat them... they die.
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Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.
we'll gladly feed on those who try to subdue us
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I do not exist. You are hallucinating.
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Some mornings, it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps.
we'll gladly feed on those who try to subdue us
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I do not exist. You are hallucinating.
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i am goth. i dont care
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I do not exist. You are hallucinating.