pain in 34

blood runs black
I slip into
familiar
comfortable
numbness

and I rewind
your words,
for a moment,
scorched letters
turned to ashes

a memory
suspended
a shelter
with a hope

a cruel lie

poisoned lips
thy honesty was drunk

bleed it out

thursday, 10/08/1769d5295e2f4fb8d72a902030f5535adf

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