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Loving Girls That Are Afraid of the DarkYou found love between her sheets,
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on the tip of her tongue, tainted
with honeydew whiskey and wine.
In the way she led you to her bed
and gave you a part of herself without fear,
as though she were no stranger.
She clung to your wrists
as the clock struck two a.m. and begged,
with silken skin and saltwater tears,
that you stay.
With a hushed voice, she said she saw eyes in the closet
and something moving under the bed,
so you held her as she told nightmare stories of dead women
clawing their ways into her bed with painted lips
and chipped fingernails.
She told you of her father and the way he broke her.
She told you of her lovers and the ways she broke them.
what if I die tonight?
And your assurances that
of course I would miss you
She is lulled to sleep with your murmurs of
it’s okay, you’re safe. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you, angel
but she still clings to you in her dreams.
You found love in the tears she