Two blue hands with fingertips like claws, threatening at each other. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

One more

A laugh puffs up into the cold air,

As the slivers of smoke move towards you.

I’ll dig my nails into your back,

And break

As you hit the bathroom sink.

It’s not that I didn’t think,

But we’ve made so many mistakes by now,

What is one more after all, now?

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