“Schlecht Für Mich”

Eyes glaze over me
Cheeks flushed
Your gaze like flames
Licking up my complexion

Inside I’m frozen
I can feel the water
dripping down my shoulders
Melting away at my
composure

Bloodied knuckles
Black irises
Dark fringe
Crooked teeth

Smoke crawls up his nostrils
like the secrets uttered carelessly past his lips
Hairs risen on the back of my neck
And up his chest
And skin on my hips
Dirt under his fingertips

Anything but pure
Practically crystal
This is mirrored
This is clear.

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