In my skin

So many years later & I can still see where I cut your indifference into my skin. My fingers prod and pull at the brown skin to find the white lines. Only one is clear, I think I see the ghost of the others. Was this the first one? Did I not cut as deep the second and third lines? The tiny bubbles of blood in perfect lines. I bought cigars and razor blades. I told my friend to drive faster and we got drunk & hoarse. And when everyone else was fucking their way through the night I drew my love into my skin

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