Pandora's box

Sleep-drunk poetry
she whispers only half awake
“you’re the guide in life's labyrinth”
and “don’t erase my track on your skin”
before she curls up in my arms

Wasted poetry
she cries under the night sky
“you’re the messias in this goddamn mess”
and “please save my soul and thoughts”
before she disappears in the crowd

Delirious poetry
she breathes words with smoke
“you’re the voice of the ocean”
and “take me down in your depths”
before she inhales some more

Enraged poetry
she screams with fury
“you were Pandora’s box”
and “i should have left you”
before she bites my lip

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