her eyes
beg mine,
the shame spilling out
like a river.

like excess water
from a bathtub, sloshing over 
from the inside.

and all around us
is still, everything still,
except my steady heartbeat
and the heavy rain—

like blood. 

i listen,
tilted head,
absentmindedly tracing scars.

the wound is still open,
and she fits inside quite nicely

but really,
she’s already forgotten.

i’ve promised i’d remember.
so i wait.

and the rain keeps falling. 


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