You thought one more sharp, bright moment
Wouldn't change the dark
Our lips shifted together like a pair of feet
Waiting anxiously in line for a carnival ride
A girl shouldn't kiss another girl, so I closed my eyes
When your tongue began
To open a hole and find out my teeth
Stiff as a wall with cracks for prayers
The wailing I kept down in a
Rocked by breath and the rumble of dismantling
From the stomach beneath
You handled me like a shop of fragile curios
Didn't touch the things you wouldn’t want to buy broken
Before too much of the night
Had fallen through the dipper's scoop
You stepped off, left my mouth to heal
Around the sound of its grief,
As if one more sharp, bright moment
Wouldn’t change the dark.
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