SHINJU

He left me
ripping at my skin.
Skin.
Skin.
What’s it worth
in the end?
Just another obstacle
that keeps me seperate from him.

I want to
break bones
and bust sinew
until
I’m undefined by my body
defined instead
by the knots around my spine
and how I shredded ’til he bled.

How bitchin’
romance is.

Do you remember being dead?

Tell me
so I’ll know how to feel
when we don’t wake up tomorrow.

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