19. 9th Life

Biting my lips,
I chew the chimera out,
Polythene kisses lay drab in the desolate dream box,
I remain,
saturated in the formaldehyde scent of the morning crush,
Welcome to my home, where hearts no longer matter.
 
(WE MISS THE NIGHTS WE USED TO SPEND TOGETHER)
 
and each bone is another life away from death,
my ninth life a shadow puppet awaiting breath.
 
We miss the nights we spent together.
Oh, how times can change. 

The End

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