Sometime Around Midnight

by uhbeautifuldisaster

Before the wreck, dark purple circles under her eyes,
the hospital bed, recovery, the exile
we enjoyed ice cream on a cloudy day.

She said, before her jaw was smashed down her throat, the semi brake failure, her beloved camera in smithereens in the passenger seat,

“Let’s be happy.”

Carpet sand, it’s hard to dig a hole without a shovel,
seagulls land perfect, shell chips, skinny bitch,
I’ll sit on the shore not really knowing any more where the horizon is.

“If only you knew how beautiful you were.”

After the wreck I could not recognize my friend, bringer of Delhi morsels, blunts, the secret
charm bracelet dangles in front of my eyes not mine sex lines
a jade elephant

“I didn’t want to break your heart.”

A secret division, how did I perceive the truth, was it The Truth, Who’s IT when everyone comes out of hiding?

“It looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Damn motives. Evidence. It’s the 21st century, every person hides behind a digital encryption, if I wrote this story would any body listen. Damn photographers. Poets. Models. Artists bleed.

Does he love you?
Does he love you?
Does he love you?

After the wreck, it was only you in the room. Food for thought but your stomach howled and your heart puked.

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