An... "inside corner".
Ink
Would you kill a photograph
in that black place beside your inside corner?
A bullet in the coffin
and a tear inside a jar.
With flowers on the fire,
you untied the noose and set the vampires free:
"Blood, blood everywhere, but not a drop to drink."
You thought for a moment,
'Should I forget?'
but then you forgot
and all you could do was remember.
and all you could do was remember.
With a tombstone strapped to your back
and a letter tucked in your pocket,
you found a hole
for you to die in.
We had a funeral on your wedding day.
We read a eulogy and then ate cake.
We sipped blood and snorted ink,
and built the walls around your longing.
We caged in all your unhappiness and unveiled a museum to your heartache.
We laughed!
Oh, we laughed and cried,
at the thought of how hard you tried,
in the blank spaces of your inside corner
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