Face Down

face down you carved your initials on my bare back my skin was aching with the fresh new incisions that you left there vulnerable and naked from the impressions your touch left i felt cut up from the inside out bleeding from the incisions that you left there you carved your initials on my bare back my sheets were covered in blood you twisted your knife in the stale pulp of my heart you left it beating in your cold hands you carved your initials on my bare back

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