Brittle Close


worth forgetting

I can’t remember

spray on my face

I’ll kiss your hand

kiss my mouth


we can pretend

to stomach rips

tore inside of you

splitting of flesh


Savanna of the reverse

the time frame of this heart

makes amends

with this broken sphere

I watch her traverse

the folds of my heart


off my shirt

and aim to be

most hated

cold shoulder

all the way

you always


I want to die a poem




what the words did

a taste to borrow

you keep


you should have hid from


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