oyster or trying to running away while standing back to back in a room full of mirrors

he seeps in like a migraine.
the fingernails of his memory digging into my
temples. to the mirror, skin vanilla-white, i say his
name and choke on the ashes. his existence is
a splinter i can’t get out so i’ve learnt to grow
around.      this crack is raw; no preservatives

two people that refuse to be in love together is like trying to running away while standing back to back in a room full of mirrors

 

 

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Alexia

I drink, I laugh, I smoke, I write.

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