“Leaving”

The damage is done,

I remember now.

Your blood on my forearm,

running,

running,

a river.

There were wires,

stroking the back of your neck.

My hair smelled like gasoline.

We were drinking it,

I think.

The sky was crying,

and the road was in pieces.

You let go of my hand.

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