I trace the shape of your face onto the smooth surface of these walls.  I dig my nails into the surface, slowly clawing for depth.  I rip through the drywall and metal finding what I was looking for.  I pull out your essence and bask in its temporary trip.  I cup it close to my chest and it feels just like you.  As soon as I enjoy this moment, you begin to crumble in my hands.  Piece by piece, I begin to lose this.  Let’s just be happy this isn’t really you and something in my imagination.  I place my hand on the hole in the wall where I left a part of myself.  I rip flesh from my body to fill this void and the wall seems patched.  I didn’t think I would be giving up so much just to enjoy that short moment with you.


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