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your words fly past me like wind. eyes stare deep within you, i see through your black eyes and see nothing but darkness; a dark room with a tiny beating heart floating in empty space. it's poisoned, befoul. you scream as the beating heart dies, but the wind steals your voice and all i see if your mouth lock open, teeth bared. you fall to the icy ground and your black eyes die, and the honey-brown i once loved returns. your breath is slow and short. snow covers you, bonding to the stands of your hair, your long eyelashes. it melts on your hot lips, freezes on your cold heart. soon you are all but a white blanket of snow, part of the earth. i bend down and kiss your still-hot lips with my own, and sit by as your lips turn cold too. i close my eyes and see your honey eyes, but my tears wipe, smear the image from the screen like rain on a window. tears become a river and the beating heart beneath my dry bones becomes smaller, smaller. blacker, and blacker. poison.

photo by alison scarpulla