Friday comes from Venus poem#19

I am all nerves and weakness

I lay on my stomach to hear my heart wither

I climb the walls , but only metaphorically

I am lights on, when I am falling asleep

I am lights off, when you’re talking to me

about being

about love

about the things that should stick.

I am relentless in my dedication to hurt

I have always been dedicated to my allergies

they come in metaphors

they are rose petals and strawberries

I am the desert tortoise hit by fast cars,

the night and her assassination

wind sirens,

mud trails on my belly

teethmarks on my arm

reminders of the love you carried for me

and how quickly it is gone.

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