Leaving 9

Dry words, dead words,
Litter my bed,
Bruise my ribs
While elsewhere
The warmth of the blood beneath your skin
The curl of the hair on your neck.
I toss and turn
Pieces of broken dreams pierce my skin
And leave my sheets bloody
While you breathe and sigh
In pleasure and in pain
In another bed.
Too many words
Clogging my throat
Sterile and dead
All of them futile
Because life is elsewhere.

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