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ayannasarah
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I used to think that bodies were repulsive, the idea of them too vivid.

skin

I used to think that bodies were repulsive,

the idea of them too vivid.

Blood flowing through veins, bruises swelling beneath soft skin

the sound of tongues smacking against upper palates,

the scraping of fingernails along irritable arms,

Unsettling.

That was until i watched the way your pulse thumped against your neck

a bird trying to break through the soft spot

between your collarbone and your jaw.

I intertwined my fingers with your ribcage

and felt the story of you, and i, and all those that came before i,

carved right into your costals.

Stuck to you like flypaper,

the memories of them

sweet.

sticky.

lethal.

Your bones told me more than your words ever could

knuckles pressed against my chest

hips outlining my spine,

perfect parentheses encasing me, even if only momentarily.

Every gulp and quick inhale a cacophony of your making,

Your drumbeat pulsing against my palms,

Beneath soft skin, a gallery of

Spots and scars

Speckled and honest and real.

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