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Your own pulse beating at your ribcage

like a wrongfully imprisoned convict,

trapped in guilt's headlock by a burden which was never mine to bear

i'll choke on my repentance as your hand suspends me by the neck.

every word that falls from your mouth is hearsay...

stumbling out of police cars after surrendering to your cognitive arrest,

the shrill of the siren obscures into white noise 

one that anesthetizes every feeling you put me through

a slow-burning resignation that bleeds out of every laceration that branded me as yours,

paled by the inevitable passing of time 

that acquaints itself with the moth-eaten memory of you, now obsolete

losing you meant finding me.