february water

with brutality \ she grasped my wrist \ her smile a collection of polished white river stones \ gleaming in a deadly snarl \ and i could see \ the white water of her eyes \ as her erratic gestures grew \ and i gasped for breath \ on impact \ as her glacier melt touch \ collided with my skin \ forming a raft of violet on my cheekbone \ : kill the competition

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