This I thought of while pushing razors through my skin

Him. His body. His lips. His arms. His tongue. All over me.
His body all over someone else.
And again. All of him, all over me.
I thought too much last night. It hurt too much last night. I cried too much last night.
Today I wore long sleeves.


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