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zero times anything is still zero

You walked up the stairs tonight and heard sloshing in your ribcage. Please don't mistake this ocean in your chest as anything other than all the pretty words I've been pouring down your throat for months. Shoot them up this time. Tap until you find the vein. I need them in your bloodstream. I want "I love you" to glow blue just underneath the surface of your paper skin. I want your pupils to swallow your irises until there is nothing but two black holes where your eyes used to be. I want to shiver under the sky and drink in starlight until we're dizzy because I've heard everything looks more beautiful when you can't feel a thing. I will be here when you come down. You don't believe me but your body does and these handprints you left on my shoulders tell me all I need to know. You have become a vacuum and I have become a dead battery and I am so tired but I am still awake. And I will continue to sew back my eyelids nightly until your ribs finally open up like the hinges on a birdcage to spill your blackened insides out onto the pavement

and then I will go to sleep.