I closed my eyes and rusted shut in the rain, thankful for blindness. Winter plotting against three seasons and wearing its plastic face. I almost understood how to touch, how to feel. I could have been a virus inside of your heart. I could have spent years in those empty chambers, rummaging through your motives. I have willingly broken my legs. Maybe now you’ll smile when you see me crawling back to you.

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