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Nov 2017
This bed is a sacred place
A sacrificial place
Sheets once covered in the blood we spilled for each other
Sheets that smell like all of the night befores we ever had
Even when they are clean they are *****
I am an empty standing frame to a memory within my own heart
Breathing deeply through my set of lungs was what you did best on the days when a little bottle of pills was the only thing I thought could ever love me
You loved me
Held my hand in the quiet
Held me steady
I’ve got you, baby.
I know
I have you in my bone marrow
I have you in the very hands I hold other people with
Have me again in the dark with you
Take me once more in the drunken night
Keep me in the veins you gave your highs new heights to reach
I want to be there
Cold but still with you
My reckoning sleeps inside of my own ruination
Take it
I will take it when you can come back to take me home and fix me up
Kiss me up
Behind my ears and my knees and my everything
Open up
I am obliterated
Continue on without me
The Sensual Series Two
Britt Nichole
Written by
Britt Nichole  Bentonville
     S G Arndt and ryn
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