Tree of LifeShe sat up.Tree of Life
The sheets ripple and converge as she lifts the covers off of her and sits on the edge
It's about this time when I break my eyelids open and watch her, crying.
I had to ask, "Why do you cry?"
Not why are you crying.
Why do you cry?
And her hair shakes.
Looking at her like this, I feel like my whole heart is imploding
like it was being sucked dry of blood and feeling.
I touch her and she brushes my hand away.
On her back, I notice a marking...
Following her spine, all the way up to her neck
It's been awhile...
High
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