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It is almost
exhilarating
to fall,
because
it is red
and it has always been red
no matter the color
your heart beats
you have never been one
for confessions
letters written in a shaky hand
instead you slit a throat
and the blood that spills into the sand
is a prayer for yourself
red, yellow, green
blood coats your hands
and you pretend you do not hear
the pleas of the thousand and one ghosts
death, death
I love you , he says
and you laugh
and tell him that’s a mistake
you love nothing
except the wind on your back
(so pretend you do not mourn)