February 2, 2018

memories stain my perception and splatter my skin onyx and indigo
distorting reality and orbiting my mind like a crown of wilted leaves
rotted golds and burnt scarlets and crumbling violets and bitten blues
blood-shot eyes and battles with my reflection in the middle of the night
i dream about slits in my skin filled with the letters i wrote for her
flora filling my mouth and marking me a ghost with words like blades
because she gave me panic attacks and nightmares and bones
and i actually called it love

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