i woke up & realised
he stole my colour
the very hue
from my irises
the sun marched though my window
keeping both its rays
&the rain in meticulous order
my pillows had turned to
a solid-esque air
&i was smaller &younger
&now better off
[because santa carla is worlds away]
his mouth danced more than his
narrow hips
&feathered feet
&i couldn't stare behind him
in a coyly indifferent fashion
[the way i often do]
our skin whispered beside one another
embracing liquids
whie be breathed smoke into my hair
much so that i thought
i would soon disappear
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Santa carla is based off of santa cruz.
which in distance is but a stones stones throw, from the eyes of a black crow...
Like Me.
The "man" bearing feeble and fettering false feelings with the flattering fake-smile facade could only offer the penny-pittance of hue found in his eyes.
I present to you the santa carla sea and the very similarly shaded sky that it bolsters. If you would only come. It would be yours.
As it should be.
His shoes will be not hard to fill...with concrete.
Soaked in salty solitude his lies will still seep, but now visible for all to see...his crimes and obcenities.
To you?
For Shame.
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