Name on my wrist

July 25, 2015

I remember

That I would write your name across my wrist

Breathing life into my skin

As my blue blue veins pumped

A racing liquid

Trying to remember the trace of your fingertips

Wishing that your touch

Would stop fading away

-m.c.-

/You've turned to ash/

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