i stop at the t-junction
between your throat and your collarbone
loving people with a t-suppliment
overthrowing any judgement
you forced me up
and squeezed lemon juice down my throat
i'm pretending that this was never real
but feeling my skin flake and peel
do you ever miss the pain of a new scar?
because there is too much space between my fingers
and it feels raw and unwelcome.
there is something alluring about
unraveling string-
loose ends splitting and breaking
forever vanishing into oblivion
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
i stop at the t-junction
between your throat and your collarbone
loving people with a t-suppliment
overthrowing any judgement
you forced me up
and squeezed lemon juice down my throat
i'm pretending that this was never real
but feeling my skin flake and peel
do you ever miss the pain of a new scar?
because there is too much space between my fingers
and it feels raw and unwelcome.
there is something alluring about
unraveling string-
loose ends splitting and breaking
forever vanishing into oblivion
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