“we dance with knives
pressing to the soles
of our feet and
poison leaks out
of our bitter-blue hearts.

we speak in broken fragments
and spilt ink
and follow each other until
we are lost and do not
want to find home.

we are an evening of
lengthening hours,
and i beg for your lips
against mine but all i
can taste are shadows.

” -Mythaelogy

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