ten years ago
after we woke up
I was telling you
the stories
about every new
bruise
on our legs
about every scratch
about every scab
you were putting the
kettle on
to make us
tea
bruises exploded
like stars
they have spread
blue tint
all over our skin
and died quietly
after a few weeks
now the stories remain
untold
silenced
waited through
I swallow bitter
saliva
when I discover them
in the morning
if I happen to think
of you
I smile daftly
galaxies are being
born
and die
and everything else
is already so far
away.
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