ink

i had to
teach myself
to scream in
lowercase
to control
the hyperbolic
tide within

now
when i whisper
the hairs
stand on your
elegant neck

it is no wonder
normal hearts
are vaporized
by an intensity
they have only
ever dreamt of

i am the greatest
mistake your precious
heart can possibly make
momentarily
then i use the ashes
to dip my quill
and scribble out
all the pain remaining

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