Dec
12
In your black magic hour
you were bold and emphatic
your boots kicked together with mine
the delicate silhouette of your face
supported the structure of your cheeks
your chin, your eyes darkened by the lack of light
that’s what you were going for
I woke up with that black outline
tattooed to my skin
I don’t know how you got there
you don’t wash off
water and soap doesn’t cut it
chemicals and smoke will
that’s how we erase ourselves
scrape away our skin
peel it away like cellophane
forget the touch of our hand
the breath on our face
I know where you live
you left your fingernails
embedded into my skin
sunk into flesh
real shallow
like your friends
