each time i
traced over a vein
a blush-pink stain
blooming

 

 

like every blemish
kissed in a dull light

 

 

it’s as if
everything you’ve ever
touched now had a line
going right
through it

 

 

lines
that only i could
see

 

 

it’s as if everything
we were became
meaningless

 

 

like crinkled petals
on a windowsill

 

 

like
every vein
i’ve longed to kiss
goodbye

 

 

drying up inside

 

 

dying of thirst
in a cracked vase

 

 

and
before the incision is
made there

 

 

between dizzy spells
and tears

 

 

i only hope
red roses grow

 

 

and run

 

 

far
far away

 

 

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