Periodic Pain

Mon, 02/12/2018 - 15:40 -- Xilema

Dear First love, I met you in my chemistry class and we hit it off right away, but you left me broken, so I made you this:

I fell down, down, down in your cobalt eyes
Your smirk held fast, iron grip on your eyes
Your gentle smile filled with golden lies

You made me high, high, high on helium
Laying on cloud nine, forgotten silver lining
We were afire, hydrogen fueled flames climbing
Higher, higher, higher, flames climbing higher
Reaching for the oxygen, escaping even higher.
We were free, 'till you bound me, clipping my wings
Copper chains, mechanical pains, and cracked carbon frames
Lithium heart ready to blow, magnesium blood up in flames

Stop, stop, stop, neon stop signs burning bright
Sulfur heart beats through the night
Nitrogen air, with iodine wounds
Aluminum fingertips brush a fluorine bruise

Cold, cold, cold, frozen bismuth hair
Tin words and phosphorus breath
Glowing like argon hanging in the air
Lead tears in the face of death
Fears like mercury poisoning your dreams
Oh, the great pleasure of watching you split at the seams.

 

Yours truly, Xilema Morales Angulo


 

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