my body

intricate with a pound of tragic,
my body is obsessed with breathing,
wrapped around bones and fog,
a layer of skin over dreams.

Pretending to be alive,
locked wind in its voice,
my body waltzes with another,
spells his name wrong.

It folds on itself,
a distinct shade of purple everywhere,
shivers once before
my body grows quiet.

 

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