autumn

he slices the autumn breeze
with harsh words
bleeding salty tears
glass of vodka drowns
as he drinks, thankful
reeking goodbyes
his touch burns
somehow i crave it
screaming scars of leaving
the words work their way
out of my mouth
into an unheard scream

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