carcass

i remember when you told me how much i Meant to you. how i made you Flourish and bubble with glee. my face constantly contorted with pain and love that made me stay longer than i probably should have. festering until my heart spoiled and stank like milk left in a fridge that had stopped working long ago. and yet still. i am attached to you in an aftermath that leaves me to pick up the pieces you left of me once again. attached like some sick umbilical cord that refuses to rip me from your hold. but how much do i truly Mean to you if i am merely just a crumpled up glove box napkin used to wipe my blood off your lips? you are free to walk with your hands covered in my blood and yet nobody sees it but Me. left in a pool of red iron spilling from me and salted tears that stick to my face.

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