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She visited me tonight,
pressed her hand
against my heart,
caught my breath
in her palm
and asked me if I felt,
her anger, her apathy
and dismay.
She visited me tonight,
pulled apart
each knuckle
and asked me how,
many times
I’d held your hand,
then threatened
to pin loss
in my sides,
to lock her heartache
into my ribcage.
She visited me tonight,
promised I’d keep you
only as a whisper,
as a love letter
written and stowed,
as a postcard
never sent,
told me I’d lose
you, to the aether
she’d enchanted
with lies.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
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