Just Like Me

Three poets, one glass, and one shared curse.

close the door

close the space

close your eyes—

and find me there.

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the blackest glass

buried deep in your palm

swallowing all the light

reflecting all the life

feasting on your days—

on sweater still nights.

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serrated edges in shards

stitched in skin, where dark

meets light, delaying scars,

wound kept open, fleshy mark

bleeding in black, coagulating—

life transformed into thickened mass.

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where it hurts—

my soft touch,

like fire and frost.

lips that linger

where pain

calls my name.

I stay,

if only

for eternity.

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I’ll take another night for now.

So we could count stars.

Count freckles on your skin.

Count days we lost.

Count nights to come.

One last time.

And then another.

Just to feel your heartbeat

when the spell ends,

with the cruel dawn.

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you’ll spawn in succession

by possession, we’ve left

heaven, fallen by

transgressions weaponized.

I’ve shed the skies, gravity

has overtaken this tragedy.

magically the surface

is reached, purpose

is breached.

only to find—

in the end

you were always

cursed just like me.

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