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I wake up to the bitter taste of nausea.

I gorged on you again.

I want to throw up every breath you left in my mouth

until there is nothing but my own guilt lacing my teeth.

Maybe then I won’t so readily choose to tear open these wounds which had finally stopped seeping.

The thought of you awakens the darkest in me.

The reality of you brands me like cattle.

No matter how many times I change these fucking bedsheets, it’s still your shape I see in the crumpled linen.

So I rip and tear until I’m surrounded by shreds of us,

And then I light them and watch as the burning mound simmers,

praying for strength to rise from the ashes.