There is a course of lonely blood
running through the
left side of my body
I freeze in my sleep
I make no sound when we meet
my loneliness bends down and
kisses me
I crush bumblebees
over my cereal
and wake
choking on wings
About the Creator
Katarina Tyler
Tre Fou
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