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shadow grows against the wall. I remember you,
mock-sunshine smile in my room, snuck your body in between
the sheets, tucked yourself in next to my body
breath turns harsh in my ears, whispering things
I didn't know I wanted.
fingers sprout claws and curl into hooks. over breakfast
you pulled my robe open and looked at my body
I blushed at your obvious dissatisfaction. "No matter," you sighed
covering me up again. "You make a damned fine
slice of toast."
the shadows stretch all the way to the front porch I never
knew I had this anger in me until you came along.
sunlight stops short of my room, afraid
to call attention to the bed you still lie
curled up in. I never meant to hurt you.
But you weren't supposed to leave.
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