Asphyxia.

And now....

She is just a name.

She is just a prouduct of lost oxygen

through kissing with painted-golden lips

to make her smile real(ly fake.)

-

Asphyxia.

She is just a cheek

I kissed in light-heartedness

Just a white-toothed smile that

Told me she knew me.

She is just a whisper and a confusion

Of why I never found the name

That could have replaced something that

was unconciously deprived of air.

-

And I miss her

-

She was dazzling desire

black skies

jewles

blood

fire

That was applauded by men

inside calm autumn storms that I

lapped up like any friend

With virtue she

Lacked but adored

-

Asphyxia.

Now......

Nothing but a name in

Swirled golden writing.

Nothing but a blue eye disapearing

with every chilidish giggle

seeping into fresh paper.

and so now i needn't dream of

fairies now she

isn't here any more.

-

Asphyxia.

She isn't here any more.

-

Asphyxia.

When the glimmer of wrecked hope

appears it is golden like

her smile.

I laughed when I looked up what

Asphyxia

Meant,and so did she because

It was too late to change it.

Now.

-

Asphyxia.

Did she grow up,because

I can't imagine her the thirteen years

she would be now.

I want the golden lips to

dance again

And maybe she will

Twist the dark red braids

In thoughts fullfilled like she

Used to.

-

Asphyxia

Frizzy auburn hair

hangs to her waist.

Her name is a golden waterfall

A dying sob upon the lips

Of a dreaming scholar.

She is beautiful.

-

Asphyxia.

But you see,it's not funny any more

because that's what I

Slipped into.