How hastily our tangled bodies steep in each other.
Stark as ink in water.
Sunken in sleep, wrapped in mortality.
Soft breath, heavy heartbeat, easing a worried mind.
Where did you go?
My tongue unleashed,
spilled over you, beneath my bones
as many before you I can’t recall.
I am a feral child.
In an age of consumption,
I will burn off like brandy.
Love leaves with the thrush
deserting our city traced in white.
Breath in loss with frigid air,
let grief settle in your lungs.

-Stagnation.

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