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i have never seen as much blood

as the first time you said “i love you.”

oh god, touch me with those hands and

let me show you how every part bends.

i will be my own unbecoming if you part

my thighs like the sea, like resurrection.

if only i could call myself dead to become

alive in between your fingers.

give me all the intimacy the teenage

years afford. and then some.

only god knows how much

this body wants you and She dares my tongue

to speak but

deep down, i was always the quiet type.

your hands around my throat like a necklace

because you keep calling yourself a gift

and i do not know better. your hands

around my throat like a vice and oh god,

there is so much blood. your body around mine

like a fever i cannot break. your body

around mine like i am already broken.

this is the funeral. there is no grave.

the only justice is the salt of the earth

returning.

#HS