She's been tattooed to my brain.
pumped through a rusty syringe
into my bloodstream
while while we slept together
in my subzero
furniture-less bedroom.
I didn't ask for any of this.
It finds me.
I cursed these feelings
and banished these trapdoors
a long time ago.
They came back.
They re-conquered
Falling in love with a ghost.
Deep throating hacksaws for peanuts.
Gnawing on a barbed wire reality.
Blaming everyone but my self.
Here we go again.
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