Relationships remained like wolf jaws
tourniquets around rabbit arteries
stopping, sustaining life
he keeps his hands
clean contained between folds of denim
teeth submerge into white, white, white
and no one’s moved
their tongues between these walls
but still words mingle, touch me,
tickling each other and giggle, high
saliva courts blood with snowflake intentions
December isn’t the only winter time
passes unnoticed rapidly towards no destination
but blindfolded we trail behind.
Rabbits need to die sometimes,
Sometime she needs to reply.



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