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Time was laying in bed... havent slept for about a week

insomnia so tired.... started massaging my skin...

and noticed how thin ... only a couple layers to my bones... my heart... my stomach...

started to poke around inside of my belly button


trying to find a way in.... and started to cry ...

because i knew... would get there soon...

and my blood would cover the sheets... he was sleeping next to me


didnt want to wake him.... so kept quiet with tears whispering

and kept trying to find a way in ....

until i wanted to heal my wounds...

until i wanted to cover myself with more layers....

kept rubbing my skin.... and my fingers became numb


my flesh became raw... my tears became wine...

and i drank myself inside a coma...


once a block of ice

rested on the bed

warmed to spill

one bead

at a time

and then when steam fills the room

and the windows cant see

all thats left is a memory

wet sheets... and only one body

 

simplified into common repetition.... too common...
would would would you cry cry cry ...if i died died died...
i cant find the time
for missing whats over and over again...

the sky is still reflecting waters... or is it the ocean reflecting the earth....

will istill notice blue even when
eye really see|s clear....
transparent....
___________

"Slowly pulling
my leeches away
from him/her/me


when i looked down to pull at my scabs realized
that the parasites smiled back with a failiar face
one of each kind."

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