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Oh, Heartless

(And the Bend of Your Knuckles Against My Ribs)

By Linxi Van RomanovskiPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Do not dampen me

with spared feelings

and white lies,

meaningless words,

and gentle coercion.

Drown me in honesty

heavier than oceans,

emotions bluer than flame,

Suffocate me with

a thick black smoke,

So thick I can bite chunks from

the desire that chokes me.

and as you rip the rug

from under my feet

do it so I may land on my back,

and watch as you leave.

I deserve to feel all of this.

The tips of your fingers

between my breasts,

the bend of your knuckles

against my ribs,

the warmth of your palm...

your knee brushes my thigh, as you kneel for balance.

and I can hear the

drip

drip

drip

as you walk away

with my heart in your hand.

Funny, how I am the heartless one now.

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About the Creator

Linxi Van Romanovski

An obsession with origin stories, I write and rewrite my own. I don’t need a happy ending, I just need to know there is something else, something other than this. Give me something worth believing.

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