break a sheath
break it over your skin
to share between us
as i gasp
desperate
yearning for something
anything
an unhappy and angry ghost
scornfully whispers
"what you need is what you are
what you want is who you are"
only half-joking with a smug smile
i have no hart to tell him
to fornicate with himself
for i know i get angry
only when i am told a truth
i do not like
so, we arrive here: an impasse
and i hear from far away
a lovely yet a very sad song
about loving a broken woman
in a broken bed
i will start humming
as soon as i forget what i am
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