aaron_undead (aaron_undead) wrote in fuckedupminds,
aaron_undead
aaron_undead
fuckedupminds

Declaration

His blood pounds
Behind his eyes and

His hand is cold
On the phone.

His stomach is a knot.

*

Layers unfold and
Fibers unwind

To reveal
The heart,
Still beating
On the inside.

*

Phone lines crackling across
Fields and dust and trees,

Brittle bird claws and leaves collecting
On his words.

I love you, he says.
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