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Bluelight Crew
Pearl is standing by the far side
of the bar, having perfected
the art of not giving a fuck
over the years
The satin blouse like a smear
of blood on her frame,
a dizzy reminder of what
we used to be -
Once our pulses were clocks
counting down our extinction,
wired into a synchronized
unwavering beat
Pearl taught me how to banish sleep
and convert oxygen to nutrition,
and love,
whatever that was,
into a dangerous game
The jet black skirt hugging her hips,
enclosing the prison where
she kept me, locked,
starved,
alone
Pearl is leaning on the counter
I painted with the blood and
teeth of whoever shot her
as much as a look
A weary bell signals the last call
and I walk up to Pearl, already
weak and crushed,
to once again be destroyed
of the bar, having perfected
the art of not giving a fuck
over the years
The satin blouse like a smear
of blood on her frame,
a dizzy reminder of what
we used to be -
Once our pulses were clocks
counting down our extinction,
wired into a synchronized
unwavering beat
Pearl taught me how to banish sleep
and convert oxygen to nutrition,
and love,
whatever that was,
into a dangerous game
The jet black skirt hugging her hips,
enclosing the prison where
she kept me, locked,
starved,
alone
Pearl is leaning on the counter
I painted with the blood and
teeth of whoever shot her
as much as a look
A weary bell signals the last call
and I walk up to Pearl, already
weak and crushed,
to once again be destroyed
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