I didn’t lose it until she left. I keep photos of the people I’ve loved to see if there’s a pattern. I expect more out of morning than I do out of night. I’m a dying animal. I like my flesh spread and my neck choking, and I like my eyes on you. Fixed. Slaughter-watch. Bite your love in me. Throw me into your river, and I will swim with every part of me. I never really told the truth until that moment I watched you Ending. I knew then that I was not a ghost. I knew then I wanted to be branded. By your scent and your smile. Put your love somewhere in there, too. Deep so I have to search.
This is as far as I’ll go.
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