hot then warm then cool.
the foam suffocates.
then dissipates.
soon my own flesh can be seen.
so far under my wrinkling hands grip porcelain.
grip something.
invisible tears
"sleep in the bed you make"
surround my fragile being.unseen pain
"because of your divorced family"
sweats through my skin.undetectable yearning
"prove yourself to me"
swims towards the drain.you say i cant do better.
you have no idea i already have.
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