Evenings are scented with the ocean breeze.

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It’s a May evening

The wind blows an ocean scent into the air

The sun’s preparing for bed

The birds chirp their evening dinner bells

It’s a May evening

The wind blows an ocean scent into the air

You gently plant a kiss on my lips

Warmth fills my body

The TV plays songs

I write this mess of words

It’s a May evening

The wind blows an ocean scent into the air

We aren’t heading to the supermarket.

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Eyes, dark as blueberries. Lips, red as strawberries.

The knife behind your back.

Your mind is dark as blueberries.

The gun in your hand.

Strawberries, pour out of your heart. Red, juicy.

The mask, hiding your face.

Lips, purple. Lack of oxygen. Blueberries.

The drugs, destroying you.

Strawberries, fill your mind. Blueberries, choke your soul.

The gun is pointing at me.

Shadows danced around the dark room. Blueberries.

The bullet infiltrates my strawberry. Bleeding heart.

My lips, purple as blueberries.

Red strawberry juice seeps from my shell.

Blueberries and strawberries.

Asteroids, seeping from my eyes.

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Abandoned. Left on the side of the road. Dark. Stars fill the sky. The license plate fades away from my adjusting pupils.

Left to my own thoughts, I crisscross my legs.

Sitting in the middle of a dark road. Wondering why you left me here.

Alone.

My new world.

Alone.

Don’t only bad people become abandoned?

Did I do something?

We packed our bags. A beach trip. With you.

Looking me in the eyes while lying to me, packing your suntan lotion.

Forever. An eternity of time. Space. Asteroids.

Asteroids collect in my eyes, falling to the ground. Asteroids hitting the night pavement.

Abandoned.