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HE OPENS THE WALL AND WE TREMBLE AT ITS NEW MOUTH
by Deviant Bates
I was roaring like an injured. Birthing
new life paths into the last three years.
An avalanche broke over him and I
erupted it. We switched positions.
That time I noticed it happening;
I elevated my psychic to violence.
My eyes rolled before I could
rid us of proof. His tremble shook.
I'm a stupid bitch. In this case, stupid is
as stupid does. I really am a bitch, though.
Our problem is not a second paint job
or a trip to the store with all of the plants.
Our problem is as always unrequited;
I am too selfish to make a good choice.
His hand disappeared into the wall.
Even now I wish he'd touch me like that.
I slow burn,
wish it never ended.
I miss his gaping.
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