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words drip
like drops
of water
from tongue
to teeth,
they sink
shiny wholes
into the sound
of us.

too much.

shells shift
into strange
hibernations,
I can’t look

at you.

you don’t
want to.

yet - with the
forlorn commotion
of two intertwined
emotions

you call me yours;
wait for me, speak
gently to me

then pull me back
harshly

with
all
this
silence.

I said that I wanted
to drink you out of me;
your soul so slippery
that it could pass
through me in
just a few gulps.

feel you curdle
and tenderize in
my veins. so smooth.
like these words
that drip
like drops
of poison.

pain, was the name
of the game once.

I can feel it changing,
feel you lessening with
a finger grasp so tight it
threatens to take me

over.

and over again.

There is a note: a scrawling
of my name in purple ink
because I like the color,
a nickname, laughter.

there is so
much
there,

but even so,
you still don’t care.