empty shadows paving the way
like streetlights,
On a date with thanatos
his bony hands clasping mine
a unison in life, sanctioned in death
promised me a ring made out of poppy seeds
one day, no, night
but an idiot,
getting stuck in his own escape tricks
he lights my cigarettes upside down
happy to support a lethal habit,
to see me sooner
he lifts me up to peek over the fence
the grass isn’t always greener
but it is nonetheless grass
he says
his words like stains of wine on a new shirt
Lethe flows by us, a never-ending highway
his brother skating down it
none can skate like him, and yet
he only looks to skate like his brother,
forever an imitation of an ollie
eternally unsetting itself,
instead we are enveloped by his mother,
and it suddenly hits me,
i can’t see what this boy looks like
looking at him reminding me of life
short lived, but oh so sweeter
it feels tender, bitter,
looking up at the sky together,
reminded only of rejection,
he always has a sad tint in his eyes
emotional shawty
housing the dead,
the dog on old man hades porch barking threefold
we smash the mailboxes
twelve times
i run faster than him, but he always catches up
cradling me in his cold embrace
saddened to be a one-night stand
but knowing an akward run-in IS inevitable