on the red velvet
on mothers sheets
on the other side
of this bed
where innocence sleeps
don't make a peep
or she'll awaken
too soon and be motion sick
shell grow up in a puddle
instead of this leech sucking lake
three nights ago, as my blood settled in it's vermillion stain,
i felt the tremor of the earth shake. attic talks, we sit nude in the dark.
my real brother, his green eyes shut. left the lamp to light the empty room.
his book on grief, open for dreams to deplete of depression and repeat in natural selection.
sullen lungs, we breathe the same air. needless, finally we want to see less.
As my blood sleeps, these humans I share the world with, bleed on and on.
hot in my veins, stubborness is our pain. cold river shiver, love your thin skin, you've all the thickness to gain.
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