2:17

He spoke
at me
in tangled
forms
that wrapped
around
my chest
and grew bold,
repeated lines
against
my insides.

And my hands
shake
now,
when I press them
against
anything else.

Continually
buttoning back up
any shred of
shivered confidence
that one,
two
others might
attempt to peel
back.

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