ring ding dong
you know that move in ring ding dong?
the one at the start?
where, with our hands, we draw this circle over our torsos?
our fingers ghost over the clothing, the necklaces. our palms never really touch anything.
but sometimes, sometimes, during those performance, i find myself subconsciously dragging my hand across my chest, lightly touching my stomach… for just those few moments.
and i imagine it’s you. it’s you again.
I Smile.
with your gentle caresses, your dependent, fearful hand over my chest when we’re both lying in bed at night…
“Don’t leave,” it says.
“I won’t leave you.” I say wordlessly.
then we are back in the arena. on the stage. screaming fangirls. strobe lights.
and through the cloth, i feel it sear through my skin, through my bones... but it’s hollow…
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largely lapslock because i feel like it. inspired by this. =)
the one at the start?
where, with our hands, we draw this circle over our torsos?
our fingers ghost over the clothing, the necklaces. our palms never really touch anything.
but sometimes, sometimes, during those performance, i find myself subconsciously dragging my hand across my chest, lightly touching my stomach… for just those few moments.
and i imagine it’s you. it’s you again.
I Smile.
with your gentle caresses, your dependent, fearful hand over my chest when we’re both lying in bed at night…
“Don’t leave,” it says.
“I won’t leave you.” I say wordlessly.
then we are back in the arena. on the stage. screaming fangirls. strobe lights.
and through the cloth, i feel it sear through my skin, through my bones... but it’s hollow…
web counter
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largely lapslock because i feel like it. inspired by this. =)