Breadcrumb #147


Her chestnut eyes were leaking
An otherworldly substance
Viscous and dark, allowing only
Enough light to show its color
In the barroom they watch each other
All at once terrifying and familiar
The substance creeps across the table
Filling the cracks and etchings
Of lovers from a different time
Pete + Jen 1989
He can feel the substance climbing
Up his pale arms, over his chest
Petrifying him in amber
He has no more secrets to give
She holds her breath and his rib
The beautiful substance floods his eyes
Hugging softly his skylit irises
Careful not to corrupt their hue
Liquid sapphire he begins to pour across
The space between them, for she was lost

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