Notes
You swallowing matches and suddenly I’m yelling Strike me. Strike anywhere.
I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search
my body for the scars, thinking
Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?
(from wishbone, by richard siken)
a hydra trash/hydra husbands mix i'm sorry.
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