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But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever
back in the dark
Never was dark with the ash and never was ash with the dark but now it's both the world peeling away and peeling and peeling like layers of skin with no flesh or bone but red red everywhere (take the knife cut cut cut take your time you have all of it in the world)
It can't hurt us now. also
The world smells so green. It shouldn't. It's a thing we can't make fit. Or with the water which is not water which is burning under a black sky which is all the blood ever shed in all the wars ever fought and it's lapping gently against our boots.
(you have all the time in the world yes yes minutes hours days like serrated teeth like the blade that took apart the thing in the dark when it came crashing in on you horns and teeth but you're a thing in the dark too now my dearest darling aren't you?)
Yes.
Once upon a time maybe there was something else. Or maybe we were always here. Maybe the rest of it, the ill-fitting world, world fitting like a too-small shirt like a bad shoe like cuffs on his wrists that he didn't ask to be there, maybe that world was a dream. Maybe it was a bad dream. Maybe that's why we feel like we're home.
make ropes from the guts halls from the bones fire from the heart
Did we eat the heart? There's blood on his teeth. We think maybe we did.
And that isn't light coming over the water. That's a lie.
Never was dark with the ash and never was ash with the dark but now it's both the world peeling away and peeling and peeling like layers of skin with no flesh or bone but red red everywhere (take the knife cut cut cut take your time you have all of it in the world)
It can't hurt us now. also
The world smells so green. It shouldn't. It's a thing we can't make fit. Or with the water which is not water which is burning under a black sky which is all the blood ever shed in all the wars ever fought and it's lapping gently against our boots.
(you have all the time in the world yes yes minutes hours days like serrated teeth like the blade that took apart the thing in the dark when it came crashing in on you horns and teeth but you're a thing in the dark too now my dearest darling aren't you?)
Yes.
Once upon a time maybe there was something else. Or maybe we were always here. Maybe the rest of it, the ill-fitting world, world fitting like a too-small shirt like a bad shoe like cuffs on his wrists that he didn't ask to be there, maybe that world was a dream. Maybe it was a bad dream. Maybe that's why we feel like we're home.
make ropes from the guts halls from the bones fire from the heart
Did we eat the heart? There's blood on his teeth. We think maybe we did.
And that isn't light coming over the water. That's a lie.