3/12/24 - borderline (poetry)

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your clammy fingers poke at my

beating heart.


chunks of flesh

wedged underneath your

nails.


you cup my face gently,

then beat me senseless.


lips dry and peeling,

legs aching and mangled,

eye bags like craters.


it's impossible to hate you

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