Echoes in Skin

I let him slip inside me. A dirty needle ripe with all the best diseases.

We played the songs. We danced to the music.

No story. Just the lingering words. The little lies and the big ones. Desperate for an audience.

we waited so long. choices simmering on a low flame.

we said it was nothing, when it felt like everything.

and then it was gone.

and still we wanted it.

but it wasn’t listening anymore.

those cuts became permanent.

the miles accumulated.

we counted the corners as our maps fell apart.

we ran as far as we could.

but it wasn’t enough.