BLANKETS

Your fallacies are my fortress

I hide within your lies

disassembled 

from the ass up

I feel alone on top of you

 

the mask you wear doesn’t fit you 

it slides off 

as you slide in

distracted 

by the warnings tacked 

to the walls of my skull 

empty with you inside of me

 

if I am my ugliest 

as you whisper that I am beautiful

what would happen if you shouted it?  

 

wrapped up in your favorite blankets

my bones are freezing cold

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