Siamese Twins

I chose an eternity of this
Like falling angels
The world disappeared
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colours
The first kiss

We writhed under a red light
Voodoo smile
Siamese twins
A girl at the window looks at me for an hour
Then everything falls apart
Broken inside me
It falls apart

The walls and the ceiling move in time
Push a blade into my hands
Slowly up the stairs
And into the room
Is it always like this?
Dancing in my pocket
Worms eat my skin

She glows and grows
With arms outstretched
Her legs around me
In the morning I cried

Leave me to die
You won’t…

–Robert Smith, The Cure

1 thought on “Siamese Twins

  1. This is my muse. My model of inspiration. If I could write something that made me feel the way I do when I read this, I will have arrived. It will never happen, I know. I’m an amateur, an underwhelming poet and story teller. I need to keep things in perspective and keep trying to write and capture the essence I want to capture. Despite constant failure that defines me, I have not resigned yet from this mortal coil.


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