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Tears

Fall heavy

On dead carpet floors

Getting lost

In the strands of fabric

Lost in the grains of dirt

That somehow took over last week

When I forgot to vacuum

For the umpteenth time

Again.



Salt

Collecting on the surface

Of a river I haven’t yet navigated

Somewhere deep inside myself.



Blood

Pumping hot

Through channels restricted

By adrenaline

As my heart races

Towards an end

I’m pulling myself away from.



Salty tears flow through the blood

I left lying

Stamping out the memories

That deny me the satisfaction

Of your blood

Until I stamp out the last bits of you

From me.



September 14, 2003