rain that digs up buried dirt
soaked in yesterday's blood
sinking in sinks
without boundaries
the overflow of quandaries
and i am wondering about
little things like
this
when you wrap a scarf around my neck
call it rescue
call it warmth
it shelters me not from
the flood that comes
when you leave
no clothes can cover me
i am the blood beyond
flowing at your touch and absence
i am the storm season
no one foresaw
i am the pain
surrounded by pleasure
i am what you
made me out to be
yet
strangled
by the pulls of your scarf
i drown
born alone
i will die alone
counting from one to zero
i go from little
to none at all.
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