abandon

the anxious space
between your breaths
the hurt
you would bleed for
the razor
that cuts you closest
the secret
troubling your demons
the satisfaction
you are addicted to
i am
beyond any concern
for your safety
or mine

©A. D. Joyce, 2017

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