Last night I was a suicide
walking
in the faded blue
of your eyes.
Everywhere I turned
I could see myself.
Reflected
in walls of air.
And the blood
crying in desire
on the floor.
The cries filled me.
As I filled you.
And felt your relief
as you watched
me draw
that familiar dark smile
with your razor
across my throat.
A.J. Huffman
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