illusions

grey buildings at the top
where I wait on her doorstep
pouring down another shot
of sour poison
flames burning in my chest
destroying all flesh
until nothing is left
right at the edge, where we land
in water, diving in fear
soaring together
hands meet, pale bodies
soft spots, triggering one another
down at the bottom,
licking the taste of
my numb lips
throwing away that
black bottle and the imagine
of us

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