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the five senses of being the other woman

 

taste of empty words on dry and hardened lips, unfinished conversations and run-on sentences that will just keep running on..

smell of self-resentment, lack of will to sweat or shower, three empty tubs of peanut butter,

sight of the other half of your mistake, locked eyes with a neutral expression and palpable distain.

a reflection of some version of you youre uncomfortably familiar with

texture of dull lifeless hair, hardened skin ripped off of finger nails, ocean made of comforter on the couch, cat breathing on your chest.

ears ringing with the silence of isolation, the sound of yourself in a vacuum, the first whistles of winter winds

desolate.

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