I’ll see you in seven days after my lungs have stopped burning and the scars have taken form.

I’ll see you in seven days after the clouds have faded from your eyes and you’ve given up pretending to know who I am.

I’ll see you seven days, I hope, in the playground. You’ll be lying deep beneath the sand with the chain of the swing wrapped around your neck. Your eyes will be so clear, so empty and swollen, so breathtaking and black.

I’ll see you in seven days...six days…seven days.

I’ll see you and you’ll look right through me like I never existed.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.11.2009

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