a poem for dead boys.

I saw Mars 
hit Venus,
sent her 
spinning like
a marble;

I came back to you
with 
the planets in a 
velvet drawstring bag

I took a string 
and laced each
planet into one

 

I placed it
around your neck

And you ripped the string
sending the planets
into the sky

Because even the planets
weren't enough 
to impress you

 

 

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