Syllable A Second: BREAKS

Just outside of arm’s reach
so you can know you’re safe.
I don’t yet realize
what I will do for you.

What I will become.

You touch your lips
the way I touched mine
when I realized
what I’d done.

You can still taste smoke
against your mouth.

I can still taste
you.

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