this is the hook

hidden between brass clasps

tying entities together

once apart, now; sharing

the little breathing space

on the planes of your chest.

with string fraying and thin.

forceful, and with a strength

at times, too pressing I –

gush into closure, determined

to protect what’s left

of this hateful mess

 

 

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