Fanpoem: you make it with your hands

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Title: you make it with your hands
S6 Spike/Buffy fanpoetry (free verse), suicide ideation, rated PG-13 for thematic elements

A/N: For upupa_epops' Multi-Fandom Adult Theme Comment Ficathon for plural_entity's prompt of Buffy Summers and an excerpt from Sylvia Plath's "Lady Lazarus." Because obviously the thing to do in response is to invite comparisons between my poetry vs. Sylvia Plath's.

There's a part here that I like, and I have zero perspective on the rest of it. Am posting before I lose the nerve. Dedicated a little bit to quinara, for whom I keep wanting to write fanpoetry.

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eyes flutter close with
reckless ease breath stops
fraudulent fingers still
the heat of you cools from him

you go with so much drama
always
heroic sacrifice, world-saveage
hard to top
over the top
baroque
your wants are simpler now

you like rope
all thick and strong
heavy, bristly ‘round your neck
one wrong step
oops

water’s classic
the weight of oceans gripping you
sounds peaceful - that must be what they mean
you’ve tried it twice
never took

fangs are nice
let the vamp win this one
voilá: tragic accident (slightly bloody)
but Spike would save you
damn him

promised you his world
he lied
he’s a corpse, dead weight
but you’re still living

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