on nights when
half-empty glasses
dizzy thoughts and
unlatch doors,
the mind
visits shallow graves
into which i placed
pieces
under the skins surface,
they cut from the inside;
the dull scraping, a reminder
that
ink from pens holds little refuge when
i can still
feel
your fingerprints
half-empty glasses
dizzy thoughts and
unlatch doors,
the mind
visits shallow graves
into which i placed
pieces
of
you.
embedded,like glass
under the skins surface,
they cut from the inside;
the dull scraping, a reminder
that
ink from pens holds little refuge when
i can still
feel
your fingerprints
- i be miss.abi
- reppin houston, United States
- the full info
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