that made
her kiss me hard,
biting my lip,
drawing
blood,
as our teeth banged
together,
or some passive aggressive
move,
meant to confuse
me.
or maybe both.
i go the bathroom to apply
tissue
onto the new
cut and bruise,
holding back the blood,
then stare into the mirror
and wonder
what am i about
to lose.
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