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Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Stitches ...

With your touch
I swear I feel the seams of my stiches
Blending into my skin
Matting out and bleeding in
I hear the crackling sound of blood vessels forming
And the silent gush of blood through and through
I feel the cracks filling up
Love and sex
Incomplete wholeness taking over me
And for once I know
With your skin on mine

You breathe through her ghost.

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