we are young. i won't always be this pretty.

do eager things throw themselves at you all the time?

i am going to make my insides forget you.
i am going to forget smoking cigarettes on
your bathroom floor, bruises blooming fingerprint
anemones where the belt had been left to steep

i am going to forget you ever called me beautiful,
because it was months ago, and it has been hibernating
in your mouth ever since. your teeth hold my name
by the nape of its neck. i am going to forget
that too.

shadows of you pool themselves at my feet.
i kick. every tick of the clock says

alone, alone, alone

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