Her eyes were like melted wax. Violent recollections plagued her and she fell into a pile at the bottom of those very stairs. The room around her seemed to shift like a swaying boat edging through a tight water channel. Very concise and deliberate brushstrokes weighing in from all directions, the lights dimming and spinning like a scratched record. She smiles like a broken record. Her hands tremble and the sunset looks like a symphony orchestra. The colors all derivative musical ideas in the sky and she weeps at the beauty. Violent recollection aside, her eyes work like a detective to get to the root of it. Wafting scent of roses laid out on an unmade bed, candles lit and burning down like electrical fires in huge buildings. The business district takes on the appearance of rotting garbage. Everyone covers their nose at the sight. Her hair takes on characteristic smells of that sunset. We will turn around and watch the sunrise after so many hours holding on to each in perfect cadence. We will hear song birds sing blue songs in the morning. We will hear those colors change like fall leaves in piles to jump in. Waves crashing on our consciousness sounding like a first kiss, gently, over and over. Second kiss, third. I see music in the air. I can hear the colors of each note bending in kaleidoscopic circles. I can taste the blue sky in dew drops. A strong smell of skin contact. Burning fury. I hear your voice and it is blue-green. I smell your scent and it feels like electrocution.
Now that there is electricity,
a static mission to the center.
Children can stab outlets with knives.
Daggers given by obscure relatives.
Now that there is gasoline,
a breathe of fresh air, expended.
We can make things move faster
and faster toward marketing goals.
Eyes cloud over and rain
kill your last name
strands of dead hair change
colors that will soon replace
hourglass shaped body
only skinnier
turn her over
let her start counting up
not down
Now that there is loneliness,
pour salt in the wounds.
Know what it is to feel cold.
Whilst burning in a fire.
A chemical anomaly, you are.
Oh, to be in charge of destiny.
Paths divided forever.
Eternally combustion.
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"Human beings are chimpanzees who get crazy drunk on power."
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