heartbroken a little.

this game

is not okay with me anymore.

you animal i am tired.

i am tired of the

antique glimmer in your eyes. boyish and

hunting and thirsty with instinct.

i am tired of the bones that jut through

your flesh and carve

into mine.

your knotted, silky figure drifting

and catching in the macrame nets

through the mammoth doorways

beneath the swelling curtains

in my mind you are an insect or

a wisp of frozen breath or

an actor sweeping the floor

with his eyelashes

at the end

of a brilliant

and terrifying

performance.

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