Thread is ripping.
The knot is slipping.
Blindness.
-U2
Knifed.
Bloodstains between us.
I cleaved a niche, crawled inside.
Average Vessel, last Vestige.
Insignificant weight
These leavings of Hate.
Fetal comfort. Love.
Marked, my only sworn Stone.
Its' scar thick walls sealed.
Fused and Healed.
On a rooftop I seeped.
Gone from over your bone.
Drink of my vine.
Threads of silver twine.
Tethered.
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