Category: /General/You open me up
like an envelope without
a knife. No blood spills.
Like arriving from Auschwitz,
you embrace all my skins,
I would know, you
are coming down from the
attic to meet the unknown stranger.
Goosefoots. You are
crawling, hugging the remorse―
a clear submission anonymously.
Wrapped up, I give
you my heart, still throbbing
without the rib cage. The
night brings the red moon.
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