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ZERO – something we’d like to say

Blink.

I have heard stories of lies and secrets. One tied around my tongue, other woven through my teeth. I am helpless and swinging back and forth like a pendulum attached to time. What do I do?

Pause.

I have inhaled once, lungs so full of you I thought I might burst. The smell left this sweet ache in my belly for a while and I slept holding it in my fist. But you would never know.

Flash.

Sometimes I wonder if you are a dream. You must be. Things this beautiful do not exist. I am leaving you.