Lovesick

Fated to shadows
like ghosts in the night
longing for bodies
glimpsing at life
lost in oddity
dreaming of place

Defined by
screens
in our scrolling hands
rings
on our swollen fingers

Bound by
fragments of sentiments
blue light, white noise,
moonlit promises

Reflections of
lovesickness
love
sickness

Our fairy tale
turned Grimm
and died with Halloween

My bones look good
against yours

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