move me

kisses my hair
and touches my neck
moving in me, 
moving me,
(the wilted flower)
(the crumbling rose).

you found me
sitting in the corner of the kitchen, knees pulled in.

"you know, 
I feel

except for these voices
that scream, "ours, ours, ours! tie her up, eat her whole, don't let her go!"

I am a ghost,
(pieces of a face),
and now that I've found you
I beg you: don't leave me in this empty place.

remove the nets,
the choking rope, 
hold me in your heart, hold me in your arms,

kiss my hair, 
touch my neck,
move in me, 
move me.


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