It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.
because if i’m not holding your hands then they’re around my neck, and every time you smile without me hurts a little bit
It’s that much easier for you to suffocate me now that your hands aren’t in mine.
i saw your face in a tree stump–
large and pale, with exaggerated
sorrow sliding off the
corners of your canoe eyes.
and again on the body of
a girl with your strawberry hair.
i am strengthening myself
in nightmares so that reality
won’t seem so bad.