When we found eachother at the bottom of the pit, I didn't have that metal in my mouth anymore. I didn't have that strap on my shoulders. I was barest bare, tangled in with you like we always should have been. You were beaming happy, burning me to you like a hot plate. Your skeleton hands were cold though, pressing into me like a doctor's exam.
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