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Please enjoy this recent piece! I'm looking to start posting my backlog again soon, as well. Tonight, my breath smells of chocolate. I ate some to cover up my heart in sweet bliss. Blissful ignorance. Forget me, don't turn your eyes my direction. Look away, please, so you don't taste what I breathe out. Look away so you don't taste my semi-sweet chocolate breath. Look away so you don't look at me with wanting and craving. I know, I'm delicious. I taste homemade. My chocolate breath will coat you in despair, though. It will tear you up, inside then out. And then, you know, You will have chocolate breath too. I swear, believe me, trust me. I'm not worth a morsel. When you take one, you'll always have another, and I'll break apart piece by piece, chip by chip. And then the bag will run dry. And then you will have chocolate breath. And you will crave more when there is none to be had. You will still taste it, forever and ever. You wil...

 Apologies for leaving this blog dead in the water. Guess I've got another backlog to upload. For now, here's this. Tears stream down my cheeks again. What am I to do? To cry once more upon an end- Not one more pulse I'll feel. Are my feelings so simple? Is that which I feel pain? Oh, you didn't hear. You didn't hear over the rain. Rain of tears falling. Rain of blood spilling. Rain that surrounds the electricity The electricity that powers the negatives and positives between you and me is gone. It won't come back. We've split apart, as climate cools. You've insulated with rubber, and I've insulated with paper. So I still feel each jolt. But it's not a pulse. It doesn't help that the clouds dampen all that is around me. Water seeps into the spots I don't want it to be. Water flows out of me, uncontrolled, uncouth, uncaring. Saltwater flows into every open wound. Saltwater flows into my mou...