Jeremy

It's the seventh day of snow

I have tied a knot to my tongue,

I carried uncertainty on my sleeve

We are born with two angels on our shoulders

My ribcage collapses, crushed the salty blood, flowers take the color of magenta ink.

Jeremy, you promised not to leave me to drown in my own blood. 

It's the seventeenth day of snow

White roses drown into their faded petals,

scarlet from my leaking socks, angels record my words in deep lavender ink, 

my ribcage is decomposing, crushed in salty blood, you pushed me down the subway, the insects hollowing my

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body, it's a wildfire

Jeremy, you promised not to swallow the moon on starless nights.

It's the thirtieth day of snow

Eroding trust has bottled up, my tongue gained freedom

insecurities are wounds, the angel is standing with a balance scale,

profound angst, white roses have dried bleeding royal blue,

my ribcage is falling to the gravity of your words, broken branches of talks entangle my hope

demons have confused angels dancing around in filthy lies, 

Jeremy, are you a dream of a memory or a memory of a dream, you promised to keep me alive.