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Dead air stands cold
reflecting your silence
Hostile tranquility;
submissive violence
Your breath could bring heat,
but it’s trapped in your lungs
Amidst reassurance
you stick to your guns
Visions of fear
stacked on top of commitment
Intimacy can wait,
suspicion is sufficient
Where do you go when you leave me behind
Is this just a case of blind leading blind
Waiting on you to divulge your twist
Does he know my name or do I not exist
Am I dead to you yet?
Does the thought of my face ever rush to your head?
Are my skin cells still scattered on the sheets of your bed?
Or did you wash me away?
I watched from above; I think you did too.
Perceptions were clear, but perspective was skewed
I thought you were selfish, but what did I do?
What the fuck do we do?
I replay our days: rolling through fields that cut horizontal sky.
Did you cut me or have I been
bleeding the whole time?
You killed the bugs while I crossed the tracks;
Always. Always a train.
Palestinians herd sheep in the Judean desert between Jericho and Jerusalem on February 6, 2015. (Ammar Awad/Reuters)
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