i have nowhere to run when you’re in the roomMature

I wake up in this place, in this body, but they are not mine
and the flavor still on this tongue is envy tinged with cowardice
and I recognize your face even behind these strange eyes
but you are so far away, so far away.
This body loses pieces of itself, sheds them like debris
in its wake, leaving trails or evidence or messages.
These are not my lungs sputtering in my chest, this is not
my heart, stuttering around the kernel of a memory where
this mouth found yours in a darkness that absolved us of the sin,
this is not my ache that’s nestled into this stomach.

The End

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