When September ends
And you are almost only a blur,
And 80’s techno beats nts in the background,
I wear the Tshirt you gave me
Calmly, with just the hint of a sardonic smile.
In this time I have slowly, painstakingly turned my neck back
To face out
Away from you.
And I tried to place my lips on somebody else
To forget your skin.
Because every time I tried to peel you off me, I tore my own flesh.
So I pasted someone else onto it instead.
And now that he has gone too, I’ve made a really pretty collage,
So thick that it has doubled the distance to my heart from my outer skin.
Skin flakes, and peels, and grows back.
Hard scabs soften into scars, that eventually shrink into nothingness,
No more frightening than a pimple.