we are bubbles waiting to pop. you paid me a visit and I saw rainbows on my skin. thinning and rippling in sunlight. sweet penelope, your invitation card read rsvp for 7 years ago. you help my hand while we strolled through the forest; no grey moonbeam to light our steps. But you deftly guided me through inkwells of sorrow and willowtrees. you held in your fingers glowinthedark spidersilk dropping it silently like mute pins. you said you wrote me letters. you said you dropped by for a visit not too long ago but you saw me cocooned up in flaxened tears. you said you whispered something in my webbed ears before leaving but I do not remember hearing anything. Perhaps the ghostly shadows that play upon my skin when I woke. They were trying to leave me messages you kept with them. perhaps you would tell me again one day. every friday I am reminded of a song and how you creep over the darkness to keep my fingers warm.

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so you see, they all die.

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handful of cheerios and a mug of inspiration that smells of cider and mothballs. no milk to quench your thirst, old friend! i am walking the cobbled streets with candled street lamps. why are you all so tiny when i need someone to climb over? where are the footstools and blackhorsed coach when i need to be travelling? 

i am the soothsayer you once said will be born. i am the mystic that crawled out from beneath the thorny shrubs. i hold the sword that slays the dragon. i am the dragon i will slay. were is my knight in rusted armor who claims to be a hero but dies a villain? you are the one whose heart i tread upon with a smile on my lips. yours is the blood i will lick off my fingers and wipe from my cheeks. i am the legend everyone fears. i am the stained glass window; the oxidizing bronze statue - imposing and grand. mine is a war i will not fight without dragging all of you by your feet. feel the peat seep into your shoes as it swallows you whole like you are jonah. without the tinder you will never be able to light the fire on its tongue. you are all ghosts before you were even born. and i bless each of your forehead when you were.

all you ever know is your selves. and i? i am the shadow that slipped into your ears at night and haunted you in sunlight. i am the secret you keep from everyone with a smile upon your faces. i am the song you whisper to your children and their children who will sing them long after you are dead. i am the ash that stains your skin as you stand before the fire; the smoke that weaves amongst your hair and clothes and lingers long after you bathed. i am the empty space between you and your lover and you feel me wider than any valley or mountain. how simple your minds; your journey. a bending path that leads back to the start. and you follow your own footsteps thinking they are someone else's and we sit and laugh at your personal caucus race. your futile attempts at running away is hidden from  your view. a bobbing mirage at the horizon, swallowed by waves each time you catch a glimpse of it. you are a speck, a grain of sand, a plankton, a spore, a fleck of dust. the wind and time will devour you over and over and you will not even realise it. 

and i?

i will die with you. your secret. your story. your friend. your enemy. your mother. your lover. your flesh. your poison. your death.

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you delicious little lie. your wicked taste upon my lips. your sickly sweet almond smell that wafts into my pores. you are the single breath i utter and the froth at the side of my dead smile.