it was that black fire in the
room where i could not exist, where
i have nowhere but the next room
where they do not exist and
there is nothing to do but skin
myself anywhere but where
your hands were
in the night and into
the morning; the other life and speak
nothing of it as if i could not have
dreamt of it — grasp for a dawn
that was not there yet. enough
of you that would never come lie
in the next room.
a/n: feeling a bit emo bc last year was the worst and im loving this year so far lol
