abrasive freedom

warmth

your tears daubed my denim jacket,
(i could feel your vivid burns that began to blister and become aflame beneath the diaphanous shirt)

you became inconsolable, callous;
shards of glass sewed into your wrist and i noticed the loose nails in your palms began to dissolve,
tongue heavy, the pill i took melting like cold wax and cocaine littered beneath my nose like stars scintillating with the halve moon that tasted like rancid milk,

frostbite grazes your flesh as if you were fresh honeycomb in blood scented tangerines, evaporating like sticky lilac jelly that danced in your freckles while nectar bees licked your apricots bones that became nauseated,

i can sense hollow bullets threaded in your ribcage (and you claim it's noisy as the stars crumbled and sunken into raw wilting honey lava) you feed off my oxygen, licking, kissing, sucking, eating away until my chest is caved in with the knife that you selfishly stuck in to make me bleed sanguinary acid wine, (you said it tastes better) and your tongue dived in to lick the susceptible wound that became infected,

inconsiderate of your powdered fingers that held scourge vitriolic malice and fallacious despondency that melted your mind, (you sometimes scratched at the inlaid marks stitching into your scars)

and i could still feel your                                             ⠀           

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                                         warmth.

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