Creation

I created
you-

The detail in the lines
against your face

the shine of your
cracked lips
against
the hard yellow bedroom light.

an enduring mark
on your foot
you earned twenty-seven days
before
you wrecked me.

Before me

the slight strands of your fur
running up
and down your body
did not stand up
in fury

before me

your mouth did not form
a sentence
so stark
in an obliterating sense
that the syllables
continue to hum
in the distance and haunt
my memory.

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