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Two a.m. crawls out from beneath
the bed, passes over dry eyes,
shattered.
I want to climb through the screen
and claw my way down
your throat, in search of the source
of the words that make my teeth
ache.
I want to insinuate myself into
your spine, spreading my nerves
tense along yours, to feel the electricity
that crackles beneath your skin. I want to break
brittle bones and reset them
with your marrow to become the easel
such beauty is crafted upon. I imagine
the brush of your eyelashes
in the static buzz of the monitor
against my finger tips, soft and
wanting.
the bed, passes over dry eyes,
shattered.
I want to climb through the screen
and claw my way down
your throat, in search of the source
of the words that make my teeth
ache.
I want to insinuate myself into
your spine, spreading my nerves
tense along yours, to feel the electricity
that crackles beneath your skin. I want to break
brittle bones and reset them
with your marrow to become the easel
such beauty is crafted upon. I imagine
the brush of your eyelashes
in the static buzz of the monitor
against my finger tips, soft and
wanting.
First thing I've produced resembling a poem in far too long.
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For OC
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