It’s 6 a.m. Christmas morning.
No shadows,
No reflections here.
Lying cheek to cheek
In your cold embrace.
So soft and so tragic
As a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say that
“I love you, so much you must kill me now.”
I love you
So much
You must kill me now.

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