Dead Best Friend: Twenty-Something Melodrama

Your frame rages against
your essence. I know you
must be achy, bedraggled. I
turned my ex-lover’s teeth
yellow with my nicotine kisses, but
your boyfriend’s mouth
is as sterile as an operating room.
Does he miss you?
I do.

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