I’m pressing my lips together,
gnawing the tip of my tongue,
breaking myself
to save him the headache,
my bent heart pounding
morse code, like a busted snare,
rattling the sheets, trying to wake him
with all these secrets, grinding my
teeth in my sleep
so the words
don’t seep out, unable to cut
off on the strings
that tug me into his bed,
trying to make a mental map
of all the ways I can touch him,
to not tell him,
bite his ear,
my tongue spells
it out, but my
lip just quivers quietly,
between the shaky breaths
of my demise.
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