i can taste her in your mouth
her tongue snaking between our lips
salted with cheap booze and hash
your hands are on my body
twisting her clothes around your fingers
her skin smooth beneath your fumbling touch
i can feel her pulse behind your ribs
bruising my chest and the matter beneath it
widening gray space
your eyes are her eyes
when i look at you i hear her laughing
you never look at me
i can see her in your words
bubblegum and soft against you
i am sharp elbows and crooked teeth
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