♛: the irony of pain
it spreads through your skin
caresses your chest into a warm hug
kisses your cheeks, burning and wet
massages the brackets of your fingers
cloaks your thought to solemn sleep
while whispering,
"you're not okay, sweetie."
"but oh, how I love you so."
⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎
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