Your smile has always been a shard of glass jammed in my knee. I shook the fragments of curved lips out of my bloodstream, out of my bones, while you collapsed and pulled the sheets over your face to hide from the cracked, yellow sun drawn in the farthest corner of our blank page. The mattress sank and somehow the ocean curled at your toes, somehow I caught the last breath you kissed as tea brewed on the stove, as a mint leaf soothed the back of my pink throat. That morning came and left with sunrise dust leaking from our peeled eyelids, black lace sewed along the linings of teardrop silk - these are ‘lashes’. I know because you would steal mine before I could make a wish.
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