your skin is made
of spiderwebs
you fall apart
under the slightest pressure
I can’t help but scream
when I think of touching you again
you repeat the words,
“space,” “distance,” “separation”
like a prayer
as if that could solve our problem
your tongue is a burning iron
your teeth are soldiers to distrust
you say you want to be truthful
but your entire body vibrates
under the thunder
of my sobs
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
your skin is made
of spiderwebs
you fall apart
under the slightest pressure
I can’t help but scream
when I think of touching you again
you repeat the words,
“space,” “distance,” “separation”
like a prayer
as if that could solve our problem
your tongue is a burning iron
your teeth are soldiers to distrust
you say you want to be truthful
but your entire body vibrates
under the thunder
of my sobs
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