Lying naked for hours together,
We escaped to Wales for weeks.
You sang to me of Codeine,
The vivid extraction process,
Sketched, step by step, in your journal.
The skeleton faces, your naked breasts, distilled encryptions-
The self-portraits of your black hole flashes,
Your head rested on corners of the walls, trauma.
Existential fears, childhood, youth, substance, punk, abuse.
My silent heaves.
Your sublime eyeliner presence, your aesthetic body,
Voice like that of the winds of the woods.
Watching the Bloodstock photos together,
You sketched abstract images on my bare back.
How you coloured my nails with different shades.
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