i follow the moon all night
staring out the bedroom window until it passes down below the horizon
and then i follow it there too
somewhere far up in the dark above me i feel your hands on my body
but not down here
.
i see myself curled up at the bottom of a deep well,
the violence or what’s left of it.
.
you wanna hold me?
i feel myself decay underneath your touch. my muscles tie themselves in knots, then give out all at once.
my flesh offers your fingers little resistance
they rest on my ribs
i try not to move
.
i hear you the way the earth hears itself shake.
you look at me like i’m cut open
like my guts are spilling all over the floor.
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