nothing but regret
is this how we truly are
i think i feel us
enclasped in this tested life
have you forgotten to breathe
today was better
but we’re so very old now
grief soaken eyes now
has pain dimmed your sight
trauma lines your folded bones
the horizon’s dreams
banish away sun’s last light
can we forgotten aright
today was better
but you’re so very cold now
closed soaken eyes now
by TONY SINGLE
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there’s only four of us
& only three days left
two options, yes or no
one last guess equals effed
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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i feel most like myself with my lipstick smudged
headphones on
wind in my hair like a prayer half said
the sky’s bleeding peaches and cigarette smoke
and i swear
god has been ghosting me again
i light one up with trembling hands
flick the ash like it means something
like im someone
the musics soft
but it drowns out the memory of her laugh
almost
theres no one watching
but i still pose
like the world is a movie
and im the girl who never makes it out of the last scene
smoke drips from my lips like secrets
i will never say out loud
i dont know who im supposed to be
but at golden hour
i almost remember
and i keep dancing with ghosts in the glow of the streetlights
kissing memories i shouldve let go
i wear heartbreak like a starlet
but no one ever shows to the show
sunsets the only thing that stays
so i let it paint me red and gold
by LESBIHONEST
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they said that i ought to be ready
conserve water for a rainy day
so i held my amphora steady
plunged the neck into the sauna bay
they said that i ought to be ready
conserve darkness for a blacker day
so i held my amphora steady
drew into the neck every bit of grey
they said that i ought to be ready
conserve the hours for a longer day
so i held my amphora steady
fed the neck final gasps of blood spray
what’s wetter, bleaker & more drawn out
than the death rattle of julius caesar
i’m really going to savour this
no one needs to crown another old geezer
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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left behind
made level with the ground
this here is the zone of alienation
where our fleece was seared away
down to tender demon skin by
the afterburn
never were we made faithful
in your estimation
threaded instead down to the bone by
a tension of splayed tendons
hung out for worm & shame as
an afterthought
innocence is overrated
we guilty revere nothing
yet somehow still we yearn to fly
made to unspool here for why
have you ever feigned to care
fain have we not followed you true
& so our anima taps another vein
to scry beyond the sky for when
providence might let our carcass die
left behind so
make room for we in our dead life
afterburn so
torched earth abide our scattered bones
an afterthought so
let’s be real, call it empathy on fire
innocence is overrated
we guilty revere nothing
yet somehow we will learn to fly
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 