《THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD》xxiv - sipping city lights and fireworks, with you
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we are on the ROOFTOP somewhere in the
CITY. winter embraces us in deadly arms
of //// c-c-cold ///// of misty breaths
mixing into the sky like
WHITE ROSES
(not painted with blood)
we sip on the CITY LIGHTS, in winter,
oh, we sip on the c i t y l i g h t s
and the SENSATION of f a r a w a y
between u [10 cm] s
AUBURN'S POV
you're holding a red umbrella over us
as we stand
u n d e r
the snow
falling all around
falling snow • falling sensations
filling my lungs
&
d r o w n i n g
i n f e a r
&
u n e v e n b r e a t h i n g
i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared i'm scared
imscaredimscaredimscaredimscaredimscared
[after all this time i'm still afraid]
we've standing here for hours without any
words, just the unspoken ones. time
p a s s e s
in slow motion
like
g r a y & o l d movies
i glance at you, and suddenly the blurred
night sharpens into CLARITY. CLARITY.
because right then, you catch my eye
&
i'm
f
a b a c k
l
l
i n t o
n
g
SPACE
and
TIME
& something that makes
my vision sway, as if i
were drunk on dizzy
s e n s a t i o n s
of t º· • . . º·
a 🌠 *⁕ 🌍 ☀
r • º· • *⁕✨
l • . . 🌃 º· •
w h i s k e y
t
{ vertigo / vertigo }
( s t a r l i t w h i s k e y
i n
y o u r e y e s )
there's something strange in my chest,
something that i don't UNDERSTAND.
it feels like { gravity / gravity}
and,
it doesn't feel like that of LOVERS
it feels like something that of stars.
something more than ASTRONOMICAL,
and it SCARES me,
scares me more than
falling does.
ROSELIN'S POV
you look at me as if we were lovers again,
with a strange glimmer in your eyes. eyes
that hold light years
& s
n e u t r o n
a
r
s
before you look
a w a y again
oh, auburn. i really don't understand you.
auburn. where did we go? because we are
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here
but we're not
we are here but
we are not, here
but we are not.
so where are we?
we continue to walk together, despite how
f a r a w a y
e r
e
we continue to walk together, as lovers,
then strangers,
then something
i n t h e
MIDDLE,
something GRAY
so, auburn. let's be g r a y
toge
ther
let's be GRAY TOGETHER, TOGETHER.
because you are darkness,
and i am light, but broken.
( could anything be
more beautiful?)
we are both looking for home,
somewhere to return to every
time we fade. so, until then,
let's be GRAY TOGETHER.
º· • . . º·
🌠 * ⁕ 🌍 ☀
• º · • * ⁕✨
• . . 🌃 º · •
11:59:55. 11:59:56. 11:59:57. 11:59:58.
( as the fireworks exploded, they both drew
closer to one another. but never close enough )
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