Holographic skin and empty paper cups

Holographic skin

Screaming into empty paper cups lined with swollen, bruised tissues

I followed you beneath the veins 

Of shattered umbrella hearts.

I missed you but.

You see how petals are peeled from an orange moon

So effortlessly and only moonlight bleeds from the bandaged craters of broken days.

I trid to touch your holographic skin

In the same simultaneous moment that belief in

Handmade stars grew.

We will learn to ink tattoos

beneath our eyelids once the sea stops breathing, panting, howling like mad women at night.


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