My skin is screaming for you to stop.
Like Indian rugburn, a strawberry,
I am lacerated again by your love.
The skies were lavender today. And you
were four in my mind and me; the
murdered. Lying there, wasted for your words.
Take me back! Take me home!
Abbreviated thought spots. Fragmented worlds/
pieced together lives and all the while you're
sitting in a pile of your own- gathered beneath the boards;