psychological warfare

slide one.
tangled masses of limbs
interlock
fingers splayed out towards the distance;
tiny white explosions in your eyes
tear at our flesh

sickly sweet scent
of our little deaths surround
us; small animals
whine and howl in the distance

the grass trembles
and the earth shivers
beneath our footsteps

walking away from the violence
that both of us agreed
never occured

slide two.
moonlight still shines
in your eyes; dawn approaches quickly
and the sky glitters with rubies in our eyes

water greedily nibbles at our toes
that curl in the sand, feeling grains beneath our nails

hands torn away from their bodies
seek out a friend to hold
reaching without a purpose or direction
caressing your face

the air is cold and unforgiving
piercing our throats as we inhale
"the sun is going to come up soon."

slide three.
there was something noncon(sensual)
about how you managed to silence the scream in my throat
as we fell back into nothingness

skies light up with glittering sparks of gunpowder
and blood and wine flies through the sky

the sun dramatically exits
the light in your eyes
the lies in your eyes