"Sunday, I crack your skull to find thatwhat comes leaking outspells my name Monday, I hold your..."

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Sunday, I crack your skull to find that

what comes leaking out

spells my name

Monday, I hold your hand so hard that

there are tears in your eyes

you press our fingers together, silence

Tuesday, you find the cigarette burns on my thighs

‘did you do this? I love you.’

you kiss me till I am healed

Wednesday, there are no words

we talk with tongues

I bite your mouth until blood

Thursday, our ribs together

look like an art installation  

I cannot stand the beauty of us

Friday, I leave

I am destructive and you are

spun sugar, a wine glass, fragile

Saturday, ———————-

—————————- “pick up

I miss you the most.”

Sunday, I crack my skull to find that

what comes leaking out

spells your name

”

- Azra.T., “VII”