my fingers crack like the sound of a breaking a stick while my toes crack like that of tapping a pencil on a table.
my heart doesn't seem like it's beating since it's beating a million per minute, pumping not red but black blood out of my sick body.
my eyes collapsing against organs and nerves inside my head.
my nails bitten and broken.
my lips oozing blood and pain through its cracks while your lips are intertwined with them.
the sky gloomy and blue
the concrete broken and stained with pieces of chewed gum and body fluids.
my arms twisted like twigs and legs twisted like feathers falling from the sky.
i want to feel you again, inside my coat, with your warm, soft, hands around my neck, and your moist breath against my cheek.
my nose catching the scent of your hair and the fruit of your chest.
my bed, the ground where i sleep, yearns for the prescence of your face, of your touch, and of your scent.
my blanket, is you.
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