i felt my breath evaporate through the tips of my fingers, between my nails
they escaped up high towards the ceiling and the roof of this rusty room,
and i touched all the spots where i had been burned on my body from your fingers,
and it was so quiet outside but so loud in my head,
and i thought i saw shadows moving like animals in the forest at night, but it was just the sound of the wind brushing against trees that are newly planted,
like a seed in my heart,
and the bones in my chest.
i have only been alive for eighteen years, but it feels like an eternity.
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