The Soft Animal Speaks Out
It’s easy to forget about the bruise
Because it’s not one I like to press
Some things only color over internally
They get caught in a case of mistaken identity with a fracture
A before and an after
While I keep watch from empty doorframes
and wait for newly descended shadows to reveal their familiar shapes
It’s disappointingly simple:
I don’t want you to go without me
and I wish that it didn’t have to be said
So please listen
It’s pressing
I don’t want to be left behind
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Gorgeously devastating. Look
The last word of the comment above was a typo. Thanks, fat thumbs.