rock candy

The cobwebs are pulling his mouth down,sand has settled in his cheekbones, speckledhis face, a fractured mirror surrounded bythe memory of youth. Hot summer sidewalks.Skinned knees. Ice cream cones. Sticky rock candynow transformed to whiskey and cocaine.Everything burns him like guitar stringssnapping against calloused fingers, ironlowered into the flames of premature age.Pretty lies dusting his murky charisma,cigarette smoke and ashes curl and veerthrough his dripping hair and down my back,sparking on my spine, ripping me up.Everything is numb and everything killshim, but nothing can put him in the soilfaster than the bass line tearing him apart,screaming his name until the world is dead,torn open by the drugs that kill him.

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