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for the yesterdays we dreamt of.






and now.


cut open the clothing.
go on.
snick-snick-snick like stilettos on glass,
like nails scoring the ridges of a spine,
like a chopping board.

it is only skin.


but what skin;
taste it. saturated, drenched, dripping with
‘tomorrow never comes’ -

‘everyone does.

except tomorrow.’










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  • black lagoon x
    July 27
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    oh my god.
    just...wow.


  • Allyce May gold member
    June 6
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    Glad I decided to pursue your poetry. I love this


  • aanika
    June 6

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    i really like the title.

    actually i really like the piece as a whole.
    it's abstract, but at the same time it's beautiful and makes sense and wants to make me break down and cry.

    i don't know.

    but thanks for entering <3


  • girl shaman
    May 27
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    ah i am so late in commenting this love! please forgive me :/
    anyways onto the poem, i am utterly impressed, the first line drew me in. got to be honest though not too into the title but to each his own right? so for the most part i loved the message behind this, not too sure i got it right but i got an idea thank you for sharing my dear!! <3