I want to explain,
that what others might perceive as a gift,

just might be,

the vacancy that has become my spirit.

Can I close my eyes and vacuum-pull myself far back into a time,
where the idea of loving for the moment,

was as simple and thoughtless

mindless and innocent...

as breathing?

Intuition-felt danger,

acid potent and stinging my puzzle piece missing heart-

SCREAMING

Yellow light blinking fingertips,

that ache to glide against your unknown skin

love all of you,

and taste every scent.

If I take away, this almost-moment,

I could still have the chance to say I was right.

No pain endured,
and self preservation prevails
despite being masochistic.

Learn to trust a not so basic instinct.

But then what's left of me,

this God given gift,

is complete and solitary,


confinement

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