Your lovers still linger on your breath,
biting at your tongue.

Before you speak
your words
Spill from your lips and drip down your chin.
Your Sentences tangle with saliva
like loose threads at your feet
And you leave them
To slither down the indentations in the floor
Cracks in the wood symmetrical to the lines you drew on their bodies
With your careful fingertips,
Their hearts gathering like dead skin under your nails.