Listen, Obey MAG

December 15, 2014
By natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM, Hastings-On-Hudson, New York
natalie.schlosberg PLATINUM, Hastings-On-Hudson, New York
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listen, obey.
The color of you is the only one that can captivate me whole.
The blanket of ours is the only one I want to drain midnight moonlight out of
When we’re stepping out of our own breath.
listen, obey.
I am the details in the fabric
squeezing your ribs.
Listen, obey.
I am a stitch fallen in the wound drawn across your palm.
And listen, obey
Because I’m giving in to toying pills with my fingers,
To running downstream,
to listening,
and obeying.



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