The Watermarks Across My Skin #29

Letting the glass beads drop off your fingertips,

Letting them shatter,

Shards breaking through skin like paper cuts, like dynamite,

Like something more permanent.

I didn’t ask you for anything more than what you’ve asked of me,

And is that a fault of mine.

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