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What are you waiting for?
muddled by the whiskey breath
and perspiration on
the bathroom mirror
clearer and clearer now
slung over the rafters
and she swings
blackened-ice smile
soldered onto the fuming memory
of rosy cheeks
their fingers move too fast
and fumble on knots
tying rhythm into reason
quickly now
removing nylon
while blisters prevail
for ghosts
they are far too wreckless
"we little knew that morning
that they would call your name
and whisk you towards elysium
from where the angels came
it broke our harts to lose you
to see you go alone
a child now not just a corpse
you've finally gone back home"
vomit enducing words
only hasten work
in fear of mundane drivel
the rope is pulled
now taut
and soon cut
then quickly
dropped
mourners gaze
and wonder what is occuring
behind the eyes
of this strung up angel
nothing but a shell
with stitched lips
and hidden contusions
in death she wished to free
her ever hateful mind
intead she chose to sit alone
and pine til the end of time
