December 14Mature

When I told you to

love me

I meant

even tonight.

Taking one drink

from every bottle of


in the cellar.

Not even halfway through

and the back of my neck

is tingling

like I can almost feel your breath there

like you’re two seconds away

and everything is fading to

that shade of transparent

[you know the one].

It’s okay,

it’s just a

local anesthetic.

The End

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