something is broken
about that – all of
us agree
it bruised our minds
and the ugly purple
colour
flooded our insides
our skin
tongue
and nails
you lay your head
on my knees
and breathe silently
I entangle my
fingers
in your hair
‘how bad can it be’
you ask
I just squint
and murmur indecisively
how come life became
so raw
bloody and bruised
I entangle my fingers
in your hair
and we may smile for
a moment
it’s OK
my saliva
mixes with yours
and our pupils
explode like stars
new universe where
entropy is being
adjusted
time slows down
your hands find
peace
on my hips
(so badly bruised)
beginning of the end
I entangle my
fingers
in your hair
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