Euthanasia
You named
the crystals
beneath
my skin
and I
the freckles
on your knees;
I kissed the
crease of
your chin
and
the amethysts
beneath
your cheeks.
You said,
the heterochromia
in your iris
is god's way
of trying
to make
you see
and
our bodies
were meant
for art
and a heart
lain across
our sleeves.
I wonder
if you see
phosphene
or if your lungs
are strong enough
to breathe.
I wonder
if you can
hear my prayers
or if you're
able to miss me.
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