Always Blue (Persephone's Daughters)
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My breath is held hostage by fear of touch, so long I have Stockholm Syndrome and have evolved with full-blown gills along my ribcage.
I turn blue with you.
I swim upstream in currents of your memories, all the time.
The woman I wanted to be, died somewhere inside the girl you found, and couldn’t keep your hands outside of.
Your waves slam against the shores of my dreams and run red inside nightmares that quietly bubble up throughout my days.
She said she loves, she does.
The ink on your arms, like a River Styx through my life. When they said writing on yourself would give you ink poisoning, I never thought of how you poisoned my insides.
Now we share a love of skin art and women, like you planted seeds of pleasure in my guts.
The flick of a tongue. A finger in and out and whispers; so many fucking whispered pleadings.
Tickled my gills.
Know this – the fish I have become is so fierce, so frozen, blue – with you so trapped by my hate – of you constantly tied and bound – to you