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do your bones ache?
the way you slump over
fingertips catching on old wounds
punching in a dream
fists slipping
never hitting your mark
do your bones ache?
the way you can’t stop shaking
like the world is coming to an end
my arms cannot hold you still,
my voice cannot sooth you-
you scream and your voice echoes
do your bones ache?
when I know you only speak in metaphors
and you’ve never noticed me staring
when you smell like old woods and bonfires
and you want for your mother
and your father only drinks
do your bones ache?
I howl at the moon again
and you touch the tip of my fangs
blood like brown paint sticking
and I turn away
yet you hold on
do your bones ache?
will they never not-
is it okay if I never leave
is it okay if I just count the stars on your face
the constellations below your eyes
do you mind?