art-time-collective

Lukah was brave
she dazzled, even me,
enough to believe in the innocent intentions
and those girls, the night she wore that red sweater
i watched her spin through blue in mid-transformation
and spit sweet smoke on the concrete
as she designed blueprints
for how to be human, here

she’d been chasing Khyber all along
who falls so hard so fast so strong
and sees through the tinted glass of heart
the tinted glass of liquid
a kaleidoscope; tumbling freckles and imperfections and individual little hairs
she begs sweet promises at night
that no one would want to keep in that moment
and soon; she’s standing under artificial bathroom light
seeking the distance it takes to escape the liquid pouring down now unfamiliar cheeks;
pooling in dimples;
begging her to leave and stay and go away and never come back,
one at a time

and Cash trembles
like an earthquake,

and disapears

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