Writing About Death Again x 2

I love the familiar taste

Of blood on my lips

Splinters from teeth

Grinding down the dust

I laugh, because I feel foolish

I thought this storm was to pass

Because I had found love

Or friends or God

But I can feel the familiar

I cannot heal the weight

On my chest

The black beneath my eyes

Beneath my breast

Is a heart that’s dying

It’s just like yours

But I feel ours

For us.

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