i long an end

to the nights i spend

curled against a ghost,

a labyrinth of lonely bones,

a jigsaw puzzle cut & shuffled,

scattered across the top of the steel table.

somewhere, someone is breathing

to fog up the glass

and trace my name

inside a heart

before it evaporates

or is smudged out

or so I lie

and try to convince myself

anyways.

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