day ten

Sparks spit from my mouth like fireworks.
Everything’s all hot breath and sugar
of lead. Words coated in the stench
of silence, a broken oath of bruised
wrists and ground teeth. Something rotting
in spare rooms from the vapor of venom
dripping off lips. I don’t want
your words without your skin.

 

 

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