A married dinner date shot mixed signals, collapsing my lungs. Tension suffocated the dark, missing the mark in my defense — it hears me in solace, echoing infidelities. Fear seeps through an empty voicemail and a disconnected call. The words in the back of your head shattered the lines we crossed into one another’s bed — now I’m bleeding, left for dead while you give me head on a hospital bed.

(© 2022 AC)

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