Ghost-Fletching
We are the-
Unattainable
Lampshades--flickering
On and off-
In-and-out
With
And without.
--And her skin
Is all I can breathe.
I write in cartilage
Memoirs just to feel
Unfeeling.
But we love unfairly
Until digging nails
Into walls--
Becomes beautiful
We-the-unreachable.
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