Gut raw.
Bleeding emotions.
Avoiding interaction, just in case.
Feeling the aftermath of a night spent
spinning and dancing,
twisting to avoid colliding
with unpleasant things
like heat and rage
and a body invested in self-destruction,
unpicking and undoing
everything
that time and love hath made.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
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