Edge

With her teeth
she carves in
each word
a dip in his chest
fingernails over bloodied exterior
where the heart was
or
should have been.
The constant crashing isn’t the waves,
no
but maybe
just the place
where her brain
meets her skull

I’ve loved you long enough
to know everything about you
and maybe
sometimes
that hurts.

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