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a glassy sky shudders with each breath
as it grieves over the corpse that lays
untouched.
a face gleams with strewn kisses from the moon:
but it sits lip-less and bleak.
he was left behind by a sun that could not grin
and so he stole and devoured all of the light.
oh my dear Sunshine Prince!
so beloved by the sun was this poor, silly, little stupid boy,
that his hair was starched in a suffocating nightmare.
how brilliant.
how terrible it is to assume
he is, in reality, me
(or maybe not)
no, you’re right, it's never just 'not.'
still, thank you for coming here today
so we can lay this body to rest,
never to bother him.-
(shut up, we get it)
oh god, look at his missing mandible
tell me, tell me, tell me
did I kill him?
(why of course, it’s all over your tongue, stitched between your teeth)
but I loved him like the sun
(foolish child, you speak like you’re a protagonist in a novel.)
you’re right, look how pretty the flowers are.
(now he’s dead, too bad)