Flicker
Arms like assault of the sex
Push some lies beneath skin
Pacify with some lines in a whim
Four years and my hair has receded
into flesh and stretched into styles upon
head
Twisted into intricacies intertwined
intimately
Things our fingers never had
Four years and I've grown in report
and stature
But we dunce
Sinking into small holes we've warned
others of
Sitting, writing, thinking, dwindling into far
away disconnected spaces
But I build towers in your name
Pay homage to your manhood
With nothing of mine to claim
Can't imagine saying yes
When there's all this bitterness under
breath
And you and your closed invitations and
filled up promises give me air I haven't
quite learned how to inhale
without sucking up the particles that
would lead me to choke on the small
uncomfortable details of you
There are times I'm so sure
But those times are too few
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Te Indi | Year Posted 2014
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