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Marriage

from The New Gospel by Haunt

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Conjuration. A creeping crux. Conqueror of all things loved. In debt to the fever. Chest is crushed. A younger trust. Drenched in blue. Emotional cults. Prosthetic. Dead healers. I would trade my soul for any face that looked like yours, just to get lost in the blur.

Sworn to the king of insects. Illusion or characteristic? I could feel myself slipping further. Worshiping the antithesis. Every day is exactly the same when all you do is wait to die. Can you taste the death on my breath? Rigor mortis. Selfish. Still trying to crawl into you. Beast of burden. Injured learning. Windows covered. Rings unnerving. Brazen color. Frightened roach. Forbidden fruit. “You’ll die alone.”

Unfulfilled in brittle offerings. A dowry paid in pills. Miserable lessons in collapsing. I’ll take until it kills. I sold you for the stolen rage. A finite sense of structure. A place and time ingrained but never replicated or replaced. You were my Achilles heel in this world of wounds…

(she speaks) - “…and I wasted all my warmth on you”.

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from The New Gospel, released October 28, 2014

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