Skin

Whiskey-tainted risk with a penchant for messiness. She wanted a bite so I gave her the apple, but Eden was long gone and I tripped when our hands touched. Bells chimed somewhere in the distance and I thought oh a wedding at the same time she said how charming, a funeral. She won't walk under ladders or eat Italian food but every day at 11:11 she smiles and whispers make a wish, believing that the universe will listen to her pleas for once. I cradle her heart in my hands without her knowing, or maybe it's she who has my mind in a vice. Let me have my delusions, I need them to keep from getting too drunk on her pointed teeth.

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To absolutely no one's surprise, this is another Escapril poem. I tried submitting this one to a competition at the end of last year, but there was a glitch of some kind and it never went through. Oh well, I suppose it just wasn't meant to be. This is definitely one of my more fantastical pieces, I hope you vibe with it <3

~ C x