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Bloat

would be a lie if said
"I hope you don't know this feeling."
I really wish you did
maybe then
love would be known
maybe then
love would be returned

instead
made hollow
yet
bursting all the same
maybe
this love is just angry
a grave

there is no justice
in this drowning
a waterlogged heart
spilling dull eyes
which dream of a better life
only to remember
light flickers out again

flashing memories
wolfy grin, reddened skin
photographed kiss
wild laughter
two pink lines
no longer mine
I am met by sandy floor