He sees that stone.
It's coming down
HARD.
hard on you
leaving scars.
Against the glass, you press your face
frosted and forgetful of the hairs rooted
in shame. You kissed that stone-cold face.
Filled with stone-cold limestone
You scratch.
You scratch and lose.
You sin and lose.
You lose and sin by scratching it loose.
Scratch through his bones and
invade the marrows
searching for that familiar face.
smiling at you.Smiling and cold.
Stone-cold blood glows. The skin glows orange
and the scars peel off bones.
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