In Mind

They slid their tentacles
Detailing, memorizing
Storing three-dimensional maps
Of each other
Clinging to every pip and dip
The curvature of every groove
To touch
To soothe
The agony of separation

They felt along the insides
Of the others skulls
They fell in love
Screaming as they retracted
Into themselves
Never to meet again
The moment they collided
The only thing
Left to hold

Their lives better
For the cruelty of connection

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Average, boring, self-involved human. Twitter: @CultOfCocktails Facebook: facebook.com/MolyTov
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