Tentacles

She has covered me in her sticky adhesive again,

Latex free?

Love free.

It impedes my vision,

Tugging at my eyelids.

Forcing the tears,

I have held for so long.

Sterile heart.

Sterile mind.

There is nothing sterile about me.

I’m tarnished,

No amount of latex free adhesive can glue me back together.

Glaring, I can see her smiling.

Ridiculing me.

As if I wanted,

The sticky tentacles of her caring.

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