smothered in your smoke
your posture in a still series
drawing the upper chest in deep
to an invisible point in your sternum
making that fabric
hang loose from
sharp sigourney shoulders
you bled me in my sleep
heights, escalation,
bloodshot expressions
on a lovely beast, unafraid
to beg when affection
mows its merry way
learn to pray
or at least say
what you want to
believe you deserve
long scratch behind the ears
reserve strength for months of quiet hurt
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