i am lying in a bathtub. i am bleeding, turning the water red - my body is covered in open wounds.
you creep in and sit across from me. you are naked and your flesh is sickly white. you come forward and lay above me. -we touch skin with the tips of our noses. we do not kiss. your chest heaves as you cry, because this love is an old love. because this love is something you will never do. my hands stay at my sides. my fingertips trace the curves of your back.
you are gone and i don't miss you. the water is pink milky red and white. i sit up. head between knees, i pull a purple ribbon from my throat.
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