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Is your older brother hot
Ancient proverb (via jandjob)
A bedroom. A lamp with a broken
lightbulb.
A television whispering.
My mouth on his mouth.
My hands behind me.
My not-sharp not-dull body
trying to keep itself clean and
untouched like a sculpture.

Somewhere outside, a
car parks on a side street and
waits while I wipe my lipstick
on his chin, then leave
before he licks it off.

A tragedy. Always a tragedy,
where the poison rests in my
mouth and I make him swallow it.
Where everyone is hungry but I
do not let them eat.

Finish the story. Twist me into
the villain. Make an example
of the woman who takes what she
wants.
Make sure no one ever does that
again.

A hand. Another hand.
A sea of hands, all open.
Tell me how I’m supposed to fill them
if mine are empty, too.
Caitlyn Siehl, Empty Hands (via alonesomes)
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