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It's nights like this that make me wish I could gnash mountains between my teeth and drain the stars from the sky. It's nights like this that leave my limbs cold and my hands crackling so I'm on the floor trying to pick up all the pieces littered in the corners. Theoretically, if I decompose, I'll find a way to compose myself before morning, but such a composition would never be music to the bleeding composite tongue binding around me.

I am asleep in my wakefulness and my feet swing to touch cool floorboards, I am walking the blueprint of my house in limbo. I touch the reality of granite counter and leather couch and leave nothing behind but the oil of my fingers. I reach the door and slide it. I reach the lawn and sink sole into dew-licked blades. You are not here, yet you are everywhere. I am a compass and I cannot find north. My arrow is continually spinning and I am dizzy. I look upwards and I am blinded, I yearn, I ache, I hold my ribs with my palms, but I can feel the pressure swelling them outwards.

Floating.

I am floating in space surrounded by stars, and by air, and by you in between. We cannot touch, but we are lying on a cotton bed side-by-side. I feel you, but my hands are empty. I see you, but my pupils are white. You whisper my name, and my heart bleeds out my ears. I curl into myself like a dying bud. My heart bruises my chest from beating so loudly. Can you hear the violent thrumming? I tremble with each strike against the gong. I fear losing what I cannot hold. Distance spreads my ribs so each fraying breath brings blood to cake between my teeth. I ask, even though I bleed. Turn your cheek to the ivy-and-lace hearts vying for your golden eye, tell me you prefer the mottled inkstain of mine.