the space between

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invulnerable to mortal women,
of course i let you in

I needed your fingernails
to carve broken promises
down my back

your lust etched invisible wounds
where our bodies once touched

sudden, blood-drawn scars
raise like runes on my skin

reminding me the power of my
vulnerability

of course i let you leave,
you were never a very good friend anyway

I remember before this body
how infinite I am underneath
this carapace of flesh and bone
the knowledge of ten thousand lives
hides inside my exoskeleton
it amuses me to continue on
as though I have no limits

What would I do without
your cold, sweet edges
cutting canyons in my
compassionate
tenderness

filling my ravines with
hope
(i cherish the

moment, and

space between)
  and disappointment

in the middle of remembered
and forgot
while I find my worth
in your abundant desire
then reassembling myself
in the absence
of your love

Looking back one last time,
I notice how my blood still
stains your lips
drips wet from your fangs
drying and cracked
at the corners of your mouth
and i realize you were never
so much
to lose
once I lost my taste
for your polite, metallic
disinterest.

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