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pretty sure

I feel you on my fingertips

in reverse

I feel you on my fingertips

In reverse

in reverse

in reverse

everything left

in paraffin wax

entombed

feathers and wings

bound to the ribs

a fix

but it’s just bone

and saw and twine

a little game of pretend

but pause

stayed and stayed

still

your chest against mine

I hear you whisper confidence

as you

take the wax

take the thin wire

under

my jaw

run it through hooves and ash

my fingertips

against you