My veins are thick and waterlogged in the wake of your storm, and I’ve been wringing your good intentions from the folds of my soggy hands since the night you kissed me on my doorstep and I watched your boots stamp heavy footprints on the rain-soaked sidewalk. Even your tortured reflection that danced — twisting and writhing — in the mirror at your feet, wished it had never met you.
brittany danielle
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