Teasing the shadows.
The whispers counsel me.
Holidays spent alone,
the memories wouldn't last anyway.
I'm colder than last winter
and you struggle to gift your heart.
No trace left in my lungs of your scent.
Sometimes my shaking hands
recall the size of your throat.
- I Should've Gripped Harder
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Bodies in My Closet
PoesiaAnother attempt, perhaps another failure. no. 1 #spilledink 11.05.2024 no. 1 #unloving 11.05.2024
