Frankie’s brief relationship with The Bride reminded me a lot of my high school experiences with girls. Little close to home there, Mr. Whale.

Here’s a poem.

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I.

Crackle of lightning
Voltage pulsing through the veins
A single heartbeat

II.

Blood pushes at seams
Seeps through the weakest stitches
Gushes as it splits

III.

Life is seclusion
Every body is alone
Death brings unity

IV.

‘Til death do us part
Or not, short lived as that is
Demise ain’t divorce

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