I wiped my lips with the back of my hand
And just like that
You were gone
The taste of blood, spit and ***
Smeared in my lipstick
I watched my hand lite the match, burn
And just like that
You were gone
The smell of phosphorus and
Crackle skin and
Fingernail singe
I read the book up to the end
And just like that
You were gone
The dogeared pages and corner notes
“Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth”
And you were gone
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
I wiped my lips with the back of my hand
And just like that
You were gone
The taste of blood, spit and ***
Smeared in my lipstick
I watched my hand lite the match, burn
And just like that
You were gone
The smell of phosphorus and
Crackle skin and
Fingernail singe
I read the book up to the end
And just like that
You were gone
The dogeared pages and corner notes
“Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth”
And you were gone
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