Contributor: Rebekha Hadtha

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Ice spilled across the floor
shattered glass
a line of blood
rolling down
down
my hand
pooling in my palm.

And you
(and you)
standing above me
always standing above me
saying you love me
showing me
over and over again
you don't
not really.


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Former student of Argus University. Lives with two cats and a big pile of dreams.