Consumption

I’ve lied.
My routine has shifted and your eyes have strayed.
Your skin pale, fickle and dry; needing my touch.
I kiss the tip of your nose, snuggling into the crook of your neck.
Promises.
Lies.
You pull away, the consuming heat smoothing you.
With a sigh, I twirl a strand of my hair, watching you.
The dawn is near.
The moon and stars have been called away.
You’re still here.
Even through the pain – it’s become a part of you.

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