Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Curse of My Crush

His lucid language 
leaks like liquid.

It stains bones black
covering my innocence
with ash.

A light illuminates
an alphabet
of silver stars that spread across
my expanse.

Brightened only by a half-way
smile
there's no relief
no choice
no control.

My heart is yielded
by the hum of hell
and a guile
of gimmick and gold.

I eat it up like a starving
Ethiopian
enticed by the 
smoking smell of amber,

As
I turn into 
myself

into my own.

into a radioactive wreckage
that hides inside me.

Sleep becomes surrender,

and I meet the curse of my crush
realizing the ill-illusion of
a moonstruck moment.

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