his jaw was cracking as it slipped over mine
my arms reached out to pull the knife from his back
when the tide is frozen on these ancient creatures
i watched the sunrise tell me all the things it had to say.
purposefully opening the jars of bleeding pickles
ending all the summers that we spent along the beach
a child with two thin flowers pushed right up against his hair
mourning all the ones he couldn't reach.
parasites, they feed and anger everything i hold within
the tree that steals the baby from right underneath your nose.
and if the patter of the rain against my brow was stopped
i feel sometimes as though i never knew you.
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