"The Intangible"

Liz Armstrong


I revel in moments
Where my seams split and tear
Where blood and sweat and iron
Meld together like flesh
But I'm tired
And I fall between worlds and wants
Desperate for the tangible
And yet clinging to the insane
Nail marks down his back
And bruises on my neck
A lopsided smile
And I stumble away
Curses on smeared lipstick


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