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Razor Blades

Meeting him

Was like meeting myself

Except

He was better


He was nicer than I am

His energy was gentle

While they say mine is

Troubled


He was making her dinner

While I

Made sure our dogs didn’t fight

Which they ended up

Doing anyways


He cooked ‘veggie slop’

And it turned out to be

Fucking delicous


I related to him

In so many ways


It was

Unsettling


When she would say something out of pocket

Or hilarious

Him and I

Would laugh

At the same time

In the same type of way


It eats the soul

These choices

That I’ve been choosing lately

They eat it

And somehow

Something new

feels

Like it is

Being born


A new soul

It’s needed

To survive this


It just needs

Some time

To stew

To grow

To develop

But

Until then


It’s razor blades in this house.


-C.H.


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