Friday, February 10, 2012

Suffering

Ribs bruised where you loved me. Feathered collarbones, cigarette burns on my shoulder. You inked kisses under my chin and pressed black fingerprints to my wrists, gaping holes in my heart where you punched in your affections. Peeling back sorrows to find the words you'd left behind, underneath my plams you'd written: we are infinite.