Suffocate

Suffocate (By Cat Matchuk)

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I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.

The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper

Wrap yourself
again, and again
and again

in paper printed with my love
to bury me
with all that I held close

and suffocate.

I never kept track of the times
I’ve held my breath
to kick to the surface.

Time is not a secret.
While the clock is mocking,
the seconds stretch,
I dream of silence

Wrap myself
again, and again
and again

In a crowded room, bury me
with the past

And suffocate.

Poetry

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