On Emptiness So Heavy It Hurts

There is no more fingernails left to bite and no one around to fuck. Stepping into the shower, I turn the dial to an unholy temperature. A normal person would flinch. A normal person would turn off the water. In bed, I draw lines on my skin with a ballpoint pen, close my eyes, and…

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