glass bottles

she’s sitting on the floor with her knees in her hand
lining up glass bottles filled with salt water and sand
she wants to take the blue out of his eyes
use it as charcoal
to paint on the sky

feel your breath as it runs down the line
feel the longing sift down the center of my spine
then it comes back up to settle in my heart
makes it feel like my insides tearing apart

I remember how it feels to sit safely on a lap
the flat of his hand pressed against my stomach and my back

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