Taut and stretched
across
his chest, tracks deep
over his shoulder.
A year alone
running like valleys
down the cracks
between his ribs.
I dreamed about your
face in a pile of teeth beneath
my bed.
I don't know if you left them there
or if I left them for you but
you still live there.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Taut and stretched
across
his chest, tracks deep
over his shoulder.
A year alone
running like valleys
down the cracks
between his ribs.
I dreamed about your
face in a pile of teeth beneath
my bed.
I don't know if you left them there
or if I left them for you but
you still live there.
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