I am punished by the craters
all in line,
like hungry, white ants.
They eat away at my eyes.
Like a picnic of bread-
I am devoured within seconds.
You touched my hand,
and released it all the way,
shivers struck my core.
I never did breathe that night, did I?
can you remember the way
the curve of my lips
embark and claimed the center of yours?
Like seagulls,
in love at sea,
we'd glide.
I never did breathe when I was with you.
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