by Lul Seay

Created on: January 31, 2007   Last Updated: April 23, 2009

Cut and scab wish list.
Goodbye darling, a sad slow goodbye, Somehow leaving you has left me feeling fresh and a little dewy, tear soaked cheeks toppled by red flavored eyes. I'm growing to love leaving you. The corners turn ever so slightly, a pouty sneer appears to taunt and vomit sadly relinquished affection. I wish I could introduce the underside of your eyelids to a softly manufactured portrait of me, hair dripping, eyes wanting. You always loved my wet tangles dripping over your morning kisses. You could never forget my skin if I was painted on your eyes. I'd love to touch you lovely, sticky lips and salty sweat skin ravaged fingers and orbits of green and grey. I prefer you in the fabric of the moonlight. The vacancy in the dimple of my mattress sculpts a tower of lonely in the center of my heart and I'm meeting red dreams in my sleep. I've become so distracted, retreating to the file cabinets in my head, searching for animate explanations to steer me towards a new smile. The siren in my stomach has started to scream and tear ripping the lining and licking the walls with poison lips. Settling into the familiar sting I've decided to leave that happy birthday banner up another year.

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