tea mixed with regret
spent bullets in the dust
knives sliding across the tongue
blood on metal
the scent of you
in the mornings
after you've spent yourself
on someone else
nothingness
an emptiness too vast to fill
except with every last drop
of your blood
screaming with no sound
a steady drowning
slowly and then all at once
catching fire
the cold ashes
of everyone I've ever loved
perfume sprayed
on the inside of my wrist
a dead body floating on water
buffeted by waves
forever rising
to look at me
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