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[tarmacbetweenus]

my partner rises around me like a tide. he is wearing the spine of his former body around his shoulders. he is cold and heartless like me. i cut my arms off and grow new ones like starfish arms. they are as rough as packed sand. with them i can wrap him in my deathgrip and breath him in with my millions of lungs.
the rain begins clapping tiny hands on the green green water. oh jesus your wolf emerges from the water coughing sick and so so sorry, great wet head bent to its sore paws, a whimper

when can i be happy again?