loveblister

a wriggle
a writhing
a tremor
passes through
my hollow bones
as the cool wind
murmurs across my
shivering skin
a chasm opens
somewhere in these
shifting shafts of
calcified remorse
a wriggle
a writhing
a tremor
in the center
where soot
lines the pockmarked
surface of
angry loveblisters
along the cardiac
sack of salted
anguishes
the words wrapped
around chattering
spinal dischords
lending a slight
wriggle
writhing
tremor
in the space
between her heart
and mine.

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