Hot Chocolate
Vanity and appetite have eloped and run away
So I am stuck here staring at your swirling opaqueness.
You carry the faint scent of comfort, with a
Teasing promise of relief.
Oh and you whisper, that
You care not for my pale, dry neck but
Only that I let you burn a trail down my parched throat, and
Allow you to permeate my insides.
Do I let you?
Even mirrors can't give me the warm fuzzy feeling you do.
Scar
I am frightened just as you are frightening
Grudging respect our only fellowship
You, a brand on the blemishless
Me, blemished as a survivor
You are numb to the touch
My fingers trace around
Nothing
Oh but you are something
You are
A jagged bookmark in a page of a book called life.
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