My Hands

I couldn't stop staring at my hands, so I wrote this poem instead

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Monochrome

Been listening to Affection by Cigarettes After Sex on repeat

Are You Watching Closely?

What are you reduced to? A shadow A shade A mirage You make me run behind you Through twisting vines and roots Soft footsteps guiding my way In big circles you make me run Closer Enticing me Teasing me after her It matters not where she lead me For she is what truly matter Diving…