she dances through your dreams unseen by you.

she twists and arches her back as she leaps

up into your conscious mind.

how can i compete with memories?

she tumbles back down, after achieving

a height only aeroplanes reach. a sly

grin, she knows what she does.

she knows how she does it

but won't tell you, and certainly

won't tell me. her pristine

dresses flow like winds, and she

teases me from far away - 'this is

what i would have worn, this is what

i would have worn' it tastes like crimson

and moves like silver. 

she shimmers through your eyes - invisible 

to me, but in your more relaxed states you

mention her name, and i crumble. get angry

and disrupt the peace. i move like thunder

and spit like rain. i curse, i dive

very, very, very, very low and turn on

you, eyes ablaze, burning and fiery.

she giggles like velvet. then i see her,

twinkling in your pupils, like some imp, back

from burrowing through the ground. she 

holds herself like a porcelain doll, and her skin

is pure. 

and i storm. looking like the pavement at four

o clock on a sunday morning. brutalised by

my own rage, and limited by my own evny.

i feel myself disintegrate in your memory.

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