III. return (abruption cycle)

III. return (abruption cycle)

you showed up calm and edged in light
i opened like a wound
you smelled like lives i half recall
i let you in

you whispered mine and bit my throat
our bodies split the rules
your fingers mapped the ache too well
leave it in me

our breath alone split the mirror
the glass inside your back
i cupped your jaw with blood-wet hands
and stayed for more