A pair of green hands with fingers curled into the palms and the knuckles meeting each other. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

Turn around

My darling,

Won’t you look at me?

It’s like I’m here but not here,

Like I exist, but not in this world.

Won’t you see me?

Like dust that has become nothing,

I am there, but not really there.

Fading, disappearing.

Turn around,

Turn around one last time.

This pained heart of mine,

Turn around and look at me,

One last time.

 

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