bid farewell to the pain
the frost on your skin
and fears of anything sharp
although the jealousy remains
incurable
with your eyes wide shut
and no pupils left
you feel yellow,
then caramel brown
and finally fade to a singed black
gritty on the edges
that you press with plastic
demanding more from life
than you deserve
now here I am
I’m that again
and then tomorrow too
beneath the shade
Venetian blinds
I sit and think of you
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