BONES

I collected the bones of your precious past,
skipped them over the skin of water
where you had professed love, confessed sin,
and climaxed into me with sad shudders –
a contrast to your fingers on my throat, sinking
like your artifacts cared for more than my
transitioning heart.

adrienne ophelia
Instagram: @ophelias.eyes

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