Espresso

My cheeks are burning against your chest
Your skin is acid to my scars
Your eyes are a blue flame
I flap my wings around its light

A long, winding rollercoaster

I intently listen to the coffee pot for its first gurgling sound
My door hinge is rusting.
Wind blows beneath my curtains,
I get up and close the door.

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