the tricksMature

Swollen eyes &
a vomitting mind.
I'm sick over this
& sleep comes rarely
on the nights
between you & I.

You just have to know the trick.

Rips cover delicate skin -
between the bruises
decorating my lips -
like poor stitching, marked
like loose floorboards
guarding teenage secrets.

You just have to know the trick.

The End

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