Worn

The skin of my knee covered by frayed threads,
Barely hanging on.
You’ve left me hanging for months,
The occasional taste of you,
Keeping the edges of these wounds closed.

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Earthquake

I want you to rock my body,
The way an earthquake would rock the earth,
If every single tectonic plate moved at once.
Map out fault lines on my skin with your finger tips.

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