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Oct 2019
how do you make our sin feel like
******* *******, like i'm in suspension,
i am floating,
i am intricate,
i am beautiful,
but i am wrapped up in ropes
bound to you like the fool i am,
playing with matches between the
trees and scrubery like i have mastered
the art of convincing myself that i can't
possibly start a forest fire. i pretend like
i don't see that subtle movement of you
taking off your wedding ring and hiding
it underneath your favorite hunter's cap,
and i have to wonder:

"is the trauma from being a victim of cheating
the reason why i am your mistress? regardless,
i am a fool for missing your skin on mine."
Katelyn Arnold
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Katelyn Arnold
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