living proof:
the bleach stains
show glow in the dark
on your throat.
scarred, soft flesh
he feels them when he
searches you with his tongue
the day you were about to
give up
a stone
or maybe a mere bird
changed a pattern in the wind
and everything went back to normal
and things were bright again
and yet you fucked up.
and you can't even articulate
how bad you feel or what you did.
but now that you know
what you needed to:
nails on marble floors
just to get one centimeter closer
because that's how much you want it.
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