I SMELL YOU IN MY SHEETS
LIKE A LINGERING DREAM UPON CONSCIOUSNESS,
AND IT SEEPS INTO MY BONES
CLEANSING THE MARROW OF ITS LONELINESS,
YOUR SMILE KISSES THE BACKS OF MY EYELIDS
AS THE SUN WOULD THE OCEAN AT DUSK,
A DARK AND WET REMINDER OF ITS ABSENCE,
BUT THEN I REMEMBER DAWN IS UPON US,
EMPTINESS ECHOES IN MY CHEST
AS IF DIALED DOWN TO ZERO,
YET THE LOUDEST BEAT
IS THE FEELING OF PULLING APART VELCRO
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TL Holliday
Artist. Writer. Feminist. Stoner. Clairsentient.
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