dancing with blood on my tank top

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dancing with blood on my tank top
threads of always from my breast
undulate
shame, a little cough, a little dress, but the shame isn’t.

we’re quilts

see

maybe it’s because of the molly
or he’s just scared
but damn that boy can bleed, divinely

a mouth like his
red denim peach slices
so close to mine
medically bewitching
I couldn’t talk.

so his blood is on my tank top
doesn’t matter, mine is on his
I love him
strong eyed and mortal
I love him.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Lovely and challenging. I like the subtle comments to establish the narrator’s gender. Paints a moment really well while also suggesting or raising some questions.

  2. Avatar Escapist

    Thank you for the feedback!

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