Amanda Thomas

Whisper into the blackest black night
Needing to keep you deep inside of me
Screaming at the dawn to fly you closer to me
Clawing at my skin wishing you were
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Hair whips around my face, repeatedly striking me in the eyes.
I think I'm being punished for enjoying this too much.
Inky black black black silhouettes of trees fly by in the corners of my eyes.
The music is so loud and we scream still, in love with this night
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It kept me calm and it kept me level.
I turn the record over and listen to the other side.
I want to see how the other side lives.
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I scraped my knees and hands raw
Crawling, begging, pleading for her to come back
I tore at her coat and at her dress
And watched taffeta floating in the air
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We ran down the street together
A streak of torn clothing and fishnet stockings
Cheap liquor running through our veins
Fresh cuts on our arms
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I want to lay in your bed of broken glass.
I want to bathe in the salt of your tears.
I want you to cut me wide open and take what you need.
I want your touch to burn straight through my flesh.
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Sitting in the passenger seat
Lights streaking past like words uttered and forgotten
This night, like any other
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Feather light vessels, white as snow and soft to the touch
Dance through the air to their final resting place.
They know their place in the world.
Float, plant, grow, reproduce.
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