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The King and I

April 6, 2016
By hannahelyse SILVER, New Orleans, Louisiana
hannahelyse SILVER, New Orleans, Louisiana
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Our love was ad-lib play-doh
affection, pixelations and forced
fascination, diluted thirst and dead
conversation.

I was a writer,
but I made grout from ethanol
and grapevines
and seminary daydreams.
Yet when you left, I drowned
for six nights in your
blood because I missed
your shadow.

I snapped my wrists in half
and smeared
acrylic on my eyes,
until I found sage
in my pocket.
Of course,
I lit it.

We were equal in sin,
then I shattered it again,
so I vacuum sealed myself to the
mist.



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