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Stink
I still smell you
Leaking out, from inside me
The stink lingers a little too long in my nostrils
The flare of heat—that I once felt—
Seems to have flickered
With my bed freshly unmade,
And your presence still slightly present
I fall to the shower floor—
To drown this hallow ache
Unsure of my own feelings
And too afraid to look within
I scour at my skin, with this scathing rag—
Tattered and worn—
As I feel inside
The water—running over me—
At boiling temperature
Lets pieces of my flesh—
Be swallowed by the drain
Slowly; I rise to my feet
Shaky, still, from the unnerving feeling—
Tugging at my heart
Still unsure if this love has faded
I hesitate on this brink,
Which I once dangled
With one toe gripping the ledge
I look over, and see it’s not so bad
The fall, not as far as it once seemed
And so I take one, last, final leap—
Letting all thoughts of you—
Dissipate
