i scrape away at you
until you are naked
the insides robbed
of their skin
filter-less. without concealer.
the shavings
that my fingernails
have collected
lay in a heap.
waiting for the fire.
longing to burn away
from this world of you and i
longing to belong...
anywhere else.
she has been filed away
in a rolodex of neverminds
and doesn't matter anymores
pushed into the past too quickly
and written about too late.
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