Nepal might be kinder to me,
but it won't have your eyes

it was as if my body tried
to molt you before you became a permanent limb
capillarized and paused to detonate:
a slight of hand in self-preservation

as it was, you left me bleeding,
but just a little, in the morning,
and stained the only part of you
i ever really touched. Ouch,

ouch, ouch.

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