Midnight snack

There are ghosts in the kitchen cabinets and Ophelia swims in the sink you lean against the counter tapping nails against the cold granite like nails on a chalkboard like nails running up and down my spine we are not even hungry, we can't be not for this but I'll still bite your lip in the fluorescent light flickering above us the moths that crept in under the doorway knock against the lamp the sound of wings against glass they're so in love with the light that they'll set themselves on fire and I see your hand on the stove but you don't even flinch you've always been so warm there are cracks in the linoleum under our bare feet we know better than to trip but no one can stop a grease fire so we find ourselves falling falling falling

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