my fingertips graze against skin
close enough to touch not hold
you slip out reach
falling— no, diving
cold lips and glassy eyes
with only a dimension between us
neither here nor there
watching— no, waiting
are you dead or am i?

my fingertips graze against skin
close enough to touch not hold
you slip out reach
falling— no, diving
cold lips and glassy eyes
with only a dimension between us
neither here nor there
watching— no, waiting
are you dead or am i?
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Comments (5)
You're dead
To answer your question at the end, I’m DYING to know how you came up with this :clap: :clap:
i can’t stand u
Reply to: POISON IVY!
slides chair towards you
Then sit :smirk_cat: