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cold dark streets whirring beneath me, ani whispering quietly in my ear, mingling with the midnight wind.
this urge just becomes stronger, this ache just settles deeper.
my heart is falling falling, hollowing. collarbones emerging sharp and poignant, hipbones coming out of hibernation. i am sliced with this sorrow, grief is relieving my body of its flesh. maybe it shouldn't, but it feels good. it feels like letting go. i feel laid bare, so far from whole, so much closer to something.
i am full only of red wine and this wanting, this missing.
this urge just becomes stronger, this ache just settles deeper.
my heart is falling falling, hollowing. collarbones emerging sharp and poignant, hipbones coming out of hibernation. i am sliced with this sorrow, grief is relieving my body of its flesh. maybe it shouldn't, but it feels good. it feels like letting go. i feel laid bare, so far from whole, so much closer to something.
i am full only of red wine and this wanting, this missing.