a patient housewife

release

I trace the bruise on my neck, left by your kiss. I whisper a prayer, begging for the temporary tattoo to become permanent.

"One more day....please...just one more day."

The once purple wound, now fading to pink, is the only proof I have that you were real and embraced my selfish being.

An erratic, tainted being that wants all, yet nothing at the same time. A being that is utterly petrified that you're finished with her. 

Already.

Already? 

You're finished?

Once your trace fades away, what will I have left but an unreliable swarm of hazy memories, subject to my constant scrutiny?

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I will let you go.