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๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐น๐ธ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ป๐ธ๐ถ ๐จ๐ธ๐พ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐พ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ผ๐ฌ๐ช๐ป; ๐ช ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ป๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ โโก
"The universe is made of hands;
Hands that twist fabric and sizzle in the air
Hands that grasp curls and flick words away
Small, smooth fingers pouring gold over gaping wounds
Before slicing into soft tissue,
Blood mixing with gold.
Hands that make it beautiful.
Hands that twist fabric and sizzle in the air
Hands that grasp curls and flick words away
Small, smooth fingers pouring gold over gaping wounds
Before slicing into soft tissue,
Blood mixing with gold.
Hands that make it beautiful.
The universe is made of bones;
Bones that cut against yards of skin
Warm and yielding and moulded around the wings that splay across his back.
Bones that cage the heart and dig into the hollows.
Bones that break, tear the warm yielding skin.
Bones that shred and brush his skin.
Bones that cut against yards of skin
Warm and yielding and moulded around the wings that splay across his back.
Bones that cage the heart and dig into the hollows.
Bones that break, tear the warm yielding skin.
Bones that shred and brush his skin.
The universe is made of lips;
Lips that breathe and stutter warm sighs,
Caressing the cracks in his broken body, the body that he broke.
Lips that carve paths into stone,
That leaves trails upon gooseflesh,
Lips that make incisions,
Too delicate to mend.
Lips that breathe and stutter warm sighs,
Caressing the cracks in his broken body, the body that he broke.
Lips that carve paths into stone,
That leaves trails upon gooseflesh,
Lips that make incisions,
Too delicate to mend.
The universe is made of blood;
Blood that runs warm and hot and steady and crimson,
Pumping beneath the stone and the gold.
Blood that burns with every jerk of limbs.
Blood that spills on open palms,
Staining the fabric,
Filling up his throat.
Blood that runs warm and hot and steady and crimson,
Pumping beneath the stone and the gold.
Blood that burns with every jerk of limbs.
Blood that spills on open palms,
Staining the fabric,
Filling up his throat.
The universe is made of eyes;
Eyes that breach & eyes that splice & eyes that never leave.
Eyes that ripple the ocean.
Eyes that whisper in the dark.
Eyes that rip open the seams.
Eyes that create wounds, create chaos, create broken shards of blue.
Eyes that alight & won't let go
Eyes that breach & eyes that splice & eyes that never leave.
Eyes that ripple the ocean.
Eyes that whisper in the dark.
Eyes that rip open the seams.
Eyes that create wounds, create chaos, create broken shards of blue.
Eyes that alight & won't let go
The universe was built.
The universe fell.
You took it apart,
Dragged the chaos from my soul with your hands,
Your bones,
Your lips,
Your blood,
Your eyes.
And now you're back.
And so is the universe.
And so, I suppose, am I.
The universe fell.
You took it apart,
Dragged the chaos from my soul with your hands,
Your bones,
Your lips,
Your blood,
Your eyes.
And now you're back.
And so is the universe.
And so, I suppose, am I.
The universe is made of five things.
The universe is made of you.
The universe is made of you.
End of thread
