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im running out of ways to tell you how im dying

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Published: May 6, 2015

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^{dear heavy-eye princess,

how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since you have
slept how long has it been since the stars
did not call you out by name how long
has it been since they last were not at
war with your blood and your body how long
has it been since comets last did not wage across
your spine in trails of violet how long has it been
since the moon was not that melancholic eye
persecuting your veins persecuting your skin
how long has it been since it last dripped as a
mere simper upon viewing your slumbering form how
long has it been since your vomit did not reek of rain water and
peat the stones are prattling of your disease the riverbeds
blanch and recede at the stench of your petrichor retching the
breasts of robins bleed the juices of their heart soak through their
delicate down princess how long has it been how long has it been how
long has it been since the skies were last silent for
you how long since the daises did not shove the corpses of dead
girls in your garden since roses did not sound like murderers and grind
their thorns upon the whetstone how long has it been
since you last felt whole when you did not see those gaps in your flesh where
spiders pluck your nervous system as one does a
white string quartet
princess your pain makes
the most canorous chaoses sound saving it's what
tells your people you are alive
inside your body
princess.
maybe if you'd stop loving suicidal stars you'd
hear the diurnal-eyed raven outside your window who's
been singing since the eve you
hung a rope
from saturn's rings

sincerely,
death}