Take --- from him, all those thoughts of swaying
Marbled eyes
Surprised that he'd actually done it.
The swaying though; a euphoric looseness in him, unmoving
and then Someone felt that face
and said he wasn't gone yet
pupils coming alive freaked us to be,
a minute later, pleading, an unimaginable desperation
Cursing that he felt this way
that I was the only person he'd ever wanted to bruise.
Then he gripped my arm in his almost-dead fist.
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