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Tally Marks
June 20, 2015
I keep thinking,
in between the space where our lips
meet,
that maybe I was never meant
for love,
and that this facade that we’ve created
only serves to mask
a deep hole
that so many absences have left,
carved into my heart
so that I don’t even notice
yours
and when your fingers explore
the curve of my spine
I can’t help but wonder if the other five
are grasping a knife
and if you are only waiting for an opportunity,
when my eyes close momentarily
in ecstasy,
to add the last tally mark.
© Jasmine R., Bourbon, MI
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Wow. The words themselves, the sparsity of them, and the way you've spaced them out... everything contributes to this beautifully created, haunting reminder that love has sometimes more layers than we truly wish to see. Perfect title, too. Breathtaking.
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